After Fr. Gregory’s beloved old tabby cat died, he adopted a kitten from the animal shelter and named her Frances. While chasing a squirrel one day, Frances ran up a tree, and then she refused to come back down.
The tree wasn’t sturdy enough for a grown man to climb, and Fr. Greg didn’t have a ladder. After thinking it over for a while, he had an idea. He took a piece of clothesline and tied one end to the tree and the other end to his car, thinking that he would drive just far enough to bend the tree down to where Frances could be reached from the ground.
But just about the time the tree was bent over far enough, the clothesline snapped. The tree sprang back and Frances sailed up into the air and out of sight.
The priest searched everywhere for his kitten, without success. Finally he gave up and prayed, “Lord, I commit Frances to your keeping.”
A few days later when Fr. Greg was at the grocery store, he met one of his parishioners, Mrs. Murray. He noticed that her shopping cart contained several bags of cat litter and a couple dozen cans of cat food.
“I didn’t know you had a cat,” he said.
“We do now,” Mrs. Murray said. She told him how her little girl had been begging and pleading for a cat, and how she had always said no. Then a few days ago, when her daughter had resumed her pleading yet again, Mrs. Murray had finally said, “Pray about it. If God gives you a cat, you can keep it.”
“And I know you won’t believe me, Father,” she continued, “but I saw it with my own eyes. Emily went out in the back yard, got down on her knees, and started praying. And a few seconds later, a kitten came flying out of the sky and landed right in front of her!”