Power Under Control!

The Greek word Praus means ‘power under control.’
 
A 3 year old girl called to her mother to ‘come and see the doggy’, her mother thought it was another imaginary dog, but she went out anyway. To her surprise she saw her daughter patting an injured Mexican Wolf. The mother told the girl to back off slowly and the daughter did as she was told.
The mother called a vet, who gave the animal a injection to help it. The wolf recovered and stayed in the girls backyard. The wolf played with the girl for a total of 12 years. The wolf had power under control. That was “gentleness.”
 
This story reminds me of a neighbors cat that kept coming over our place here in Tokoroa, New Zealand, it was a vicious little cat. And we wondered about her home life. As time went by the cat would come over but not let anyone near it, or it would try to bite and scratch us but it also didn’t seem to like going home. I wasn’t to keen having it around as Jimmy was small then and I didn’t want the cat scratching him. When this cat scratched me long trails of blood would drip down my arm as this animal knew what she was doing.
We had a small cat called Porthos (He was a big kitten at this stage) and he would play with me in the grass and this other cat would come over and watch and even take swipes at Porthos and I. Porthos was a male ginger cat and very friendly. We worried about this other cat and why she was so violent and we wanted to be her friend, and she wanted something of us because she kept coming over to our home. I got the idea in my mind to be gentle with Porthos in front of this cat and pat and stroke his fur, and gently play with him and see how the other cat reacted to seeing the happiness that the gentle treatment was giving Porthos.
 
For a couple of mornings I did this and finally the visiting cat couldn’t bear it and she came over and let me gently pat her. And I kept at it and if she tried to attack me I would withdraw my hand (sometimes with blood dripping so I would have to wipe it off) and then continue to pat Porthos in the same loving gentle manner.
 
Finally love won the day and that cat is now a close friend of ours and sometimes she still gets a bit snappy but once one of our family gently strokes her fur talking to her and cuddling her she gives in and enjoys our company.
Love does really win and a gentle nature is what we should all try to have. We should be slow to anger and use love as a tool to help others.
Above is the cat mentioned, the scrappy one that would visit us.
 
When Porthos was a very small kitten he was all attack and none of us could get near him – he was a wild farm kitten.

But after about 3 days with us one night he came over to me when my children had gone to sleep, and meekly rolled over and exposed his cute little tummy for me to rub it, he had finally given in.

That event brought tears to my eyes because he was such a wild little kitten and before this no one could get near the little fighter, and he was surrendering his anger for friendship.
He wanted my love and forgiveness and he got it.
For those 3 days my children and I had done all that we could to be kind and gentle to this kitten who was a wild farm cat and fought for everything it got off his wild brothers and sisters who were as wild as he.
They were born in a farm shed and were rough little critters.

The previous owners of Porthos were leaving town and they asked us to have the mother cat and her wild little kitten Porthos.
And it was the tame Porthos who helped us tame the next cat (The one mentioned above). Gentleness, care and love last and is a worthy tool in a harsh society as we have today.
Gentle genuine love will break down any walls with time and patience. Its God’s way, and should always be our way.
 
All the best from
James M Sandbrook.
April 10, 2012.
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