What cause for rejoicing bursts from every line! The Lord has inclined His ear to the cry of a small creature, and His tender mercies are over all His works. The very leaves of the tree of life are for healing, and even the common things, the lower blessings of grace, are full of virtue from Christ Jesus. You have seen this in the relief given to your cat, a little thing, yet not beneath the notice of Him who marks the sparrow's fall.
Now, let the sacrifices of thanksgiving be brought. Mingle praise with your prayer henceforth, for this is the royal way of praying, an amalgam more precious than the gold of Ophir. You prayed when the need pressed, and He answered while you were yet speaking. Now let Him hear your voice in praise, even as He heard it in your supplication. Healthy praise must be cultivated, lest prayer grow over with the mildew of selfishness. Shall the nine lepers go their way unthankful? God forbid! Declare His works with rejoicing. Tell this mercy to your household, and let your lips be employed with psalms and hymns for this crowning mercy.
Has God heard your voice? Then hear His voice, and continue instant in prayer, but let your seasons of petition often turn into meetings of praise. Even the little leakage you noted, let that be a spur to further dependent prayer, not a damp to your joy. The answer came punctually at the tick of wisdom's clock. Therefore, praise Him with your breath, and when your voice is lost in death, praise shall employ your nobler powers. To Him be glory forever.