We already had three cats and four dogs. The last thing we needed was another cat, but my son saw Banner at an adoption event at the pet store and instantly fell in love.
All they knew about Banner was that he had been in shelters for at least a couple of years, and he was probably about 11-years-old. We kept checking daily for a week, and I kept praying God would find this cat a home. By the end of the week, Banner wasn’t even getting up to greet us anymore. It was like he’d given up. We weren’t sure how he’d react to our crazy house of animals and kids, but when the girl working at the store said, “He won’t get adopted; he’s too old,” I knew we had to try.
They told us if we got him home and he didn’t get along, we could always return him, but we knew we were making a commitment for the rest of Banner’s life. When we got him in the car, my son took him out of the carrier, Banner buried his face in my son’s lap, and he stayed there.
We’ve had Banner for two years now. He lives in the lower level of the house, preferring the relative calm and dog-free environment down there, although the door is always open in case he decides to join the rest of the family. He spends most of his time in my son’s lap being petted and loved, and I realized God answered my prayer. He found Banner a home: with us.
Story submitted by Barbara Webb from Aurora, Colorado.
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