For many years, we have had two cats – brother and sister (though they look nothing alike!)
That’s Spike on the left. Mittens is on the right.
They not only look different – they also have quite different dispositions.
When there’s food involved, Mittens will come and rub up against me. She’ll show the bare minimum of affection, based on immediate felt need. Once she’s fed, she pretty much keeps her distance – always a bit skittish, and never wanting to be picked up and held. She’s not hostile – just not warm and cuddly.
No-one would conclude that at-ease trust is her strong suit.
Mittens is as pretty as all get out, with lovely soft fur – and I wish she’d just relax and enjoy our company more. We care for her, but can’t really express it very directly, because she’s more into a paws-length relationship.
Until she needs her daily bread. Then we’re….useful, I guess.
Spike, on the other hand, is our lover. Just look at that face! When I’m on the deck trying to read, he’ll hop up into my lap for some extended petting time. Spike purrs freely. He likes to be brushed. He initiates contact. He doesn’t mind being picked up and held.
He just wants to be friends.
Two cats, same family, same master who cares for them both.
There’s a lesson here. I am far too much like Mittens in my disposition toward God.
I think Spike has it right.