I have a cat story some might enjoy hearing about.

I had moved out of state to try to live close to my son and his dad since my son was wanting and missing his dad. So, my son moved in with his dad, and I lived in an apartment by myself and did this for three months. I could not make a living there as the job market was limited. So when I realized I had to move back to CA w/o my son I developed a deep sense of remorse, guilt, fear and just a terrible sadddness and huge sense of failure.

With my furniture in storage, I waited for one or two weeks in an empty apartment for my dad to fly in and drive back with me. (1800 miles)

Anyway the last week or two I heard a kitten meowing at the bottom of the stairs outside so I took him in, bought him food and a litter box, ect. This cat was a God-send at that time because I was dealing with anxiety, waking up at night in a panic over my circumstances, ect. And whenever I needed comfort, the cat would come next to me and come running to me when I would wake up at night.  I was aware at that time how grateful I was for that little kitty.

That was another situation where God gave me what I needed when I needed it. Although it seemed coincidental at the time.