THE POPE & THE HOMELESS CATS: John Paul II had a
dream
By: J.R. Hyland
The first time I read the account of Pope John Paul II's dream, the thing that
surprised me most was the fact that it was included in the book GOD'S BROKER.
Published in 1984, the book was the result of two hundred hours of conversation
with the Pope. These interviews began soon after the author, Anton Gronowicz, was
introduced to the Pope in 1979, and continued for two years, in the Pontiff's apartment at
the Vatican
An American citizen of Polish descent, Gronowicz was the longtime friend of many
highly-place churchmen. And in the prologue to his book, he explains how he was able
to circumvent Vatican bureaucracy. "Stefan Cardinal Wyszynski, Primate of
Poland, introduced me to the Pope, acquainted me with Vatican circles and convinced the
Holy Father that he should bypass the Vatican department of State and grant me private
interviews."
Subtitled "The Life of John Paul II as told in His Own Words" the
subject matter of the book ranges from reminiscences of the time when the Pope was known
as Karol Wojtyla, a young man living under the Nazi occupation of Poland, to his
reflections on social justice issues, theology and church doctrine. And in the midst
of these human-centered concerns, the author devotes four pages to a dream the Pope
related to him, about a homeless cat.
This surprising interpolation might lead to the conclusion that the author
understood the significance of the dream: that he was sensitive to the plight of God's
other creatures and the way they are abused. But the comments he makes as the
Pontiff relates his dream, indicate he had little understanding of the implications of
what he was being told. But from the way in which this dream preserved its vigor and
immediacy, so many years later, it is obvious that it was very important to John Paul; and
he fully understood its implications.
In his dream, John Paul follows a homeless mother cat who was trying to find food
and shelter for herself and her kittens. She is turned away by those who lack
nothing, themselves, and by men who represent the various faces of established
Christianity.
The dream took place in 1969 the night before the Pope, known then as Cardinal
Karol Wojtyla, was to visit New York City for the first time. It was late summer and
he had been touring Canada. He spoke of the beauty of its fields and forests and how
he had wished for more time to walk in woods vibrant with color and with his "ears
filled with the songs and voices of animals."
In the midst of this discussion of Canada, the Pope abruptly changed the subject
and said: "The night before my departure from Canada to New York, which I had never
seen, I had a strange dream." But his dream was not of beautiful forests, warm
with the summer sun. It was of a crowded city, frigid with the cold of a northern
winter. And although he had never been there, his dream captured the way Manhattan
looks and feels, after a major snow storm.
"It was a terribly severe winter in New York, the city was completely covered
with snow. Inhabitants were well-off and warmly dressed, and walking slowly along
roads because cars, due to mountains of snow, could not be operated. I was happy that I
could walk on top of the snow on avenues of white.
"All my physical effort was spent on walking. To this day, pictures of
huge apartment houses on both sides of the avenue are instilled in my mind, and the
doormen quickly closing and opening entrance doors as though trying to prevent humanity
and warmth from escaping.
"On top of the snow, I noticed a brown cat emerge from a side street and walk
on the snow. I looked closer, and to my surprise, saw that this big cat was being
followed by six small brown-and- white kittens, all of them following the big brown cat in
a perfect line. The mother cat looked back from time to time to see if her babies
were there, but her main concern was to reach the entrance door. I presumed she was
trying to find warmth for herself and her children, but as soon as she reached the door, a
man in a well-pressed uniform, jumped at her with a broom and chased them away. I followed
this procession and prepared to deliver a speech to the doorman. I opened my mouth
and tried to complain, 'Where is your proverbial American generosity? Where is
your American good heart and fair play? Let them in. Let them in!!
"I tried to speak, but the words would not come out. Maybe I was afraid
of the doorman with the broom. I started searching my cassock pockets for a piece of
bread, found some crumbs and put them on my palms, calling: 'Kitty, kitty, kitty.'
But the words would not come from my supposedly intelligent mouth. Instead,
the wind blew the crumbs from my palm and I said, 'what can I do? I can't speak to
the cats. I can't speak to the doorman. But there are many hungry birds.
They might pick up the crumbs.'
"Again, I walked after the cats, now with a pain in my chest, feeling
tremendous cold. On the left I saw a church building and thought,'There we will find
help.' I heard singing and again, the idea occurred to me that it must be a Catholic
church. The music grew louder, as though trying to convince God that they were
praying to Him.
The mother cat jumped in front of me and climbed the stairs, followed by her
kittens. I raised my head and saw a tall Jesuit priest chasing the cats off the
steps. But as I was about to shout at the Jesuit 'I am a cardinal!' and give an
order to accept the cats, the mother cat and her offspring ran behind the church, because
from there came the appetizing aroma of food. Probably there was a kitchen there.
But a second Jesuit appeared at the kitchen door and scared the cats away. They
returned to the avenue and started walking north.
"They walked on the same side of the avenue as the Jesuit church and I
followed. Then they reached an imposing red brick church. An Anglican bishop
appeared and said to the cats, 'My dear animal children, please go immediately to the
animal shelter. There is food for you there. We Anglican clergy donate lots of
money to the animal shelter, every year, at Christmas time.'
"The mother cat and her kittens didn't even meow. They knew the
authoritative voice of the Anglican bishop. They walked uptown and gradually the
luxurious buildings disappeared, together with the doormen, and we saw drab dilapidated
apartments.
"As they walked and the buildings grew shabbier and dirty, a door was opened,
not by a doorman but by an old wrinkled woman in a cotton dress. [She saw the cats] and
shouted 'Oh, little mother,' and when she opened her mouth I saw she had few teeth.
She gently ushered the mother cat and kittens inside, who jumped happily about
because the warmth of the house embraced them."
The narrative ended as the cats found a safe haven with the woman who had little
enough, herself. When the Pope concluded his dream the author to whom he related it
did not make any comment on what had been said. But he did write that "I had never
seen such a sad expression on the face of this man." Considering that this was
the same man who had related the horrors of his young manhood, under Nazi occupation, the
author's remark shows the deep impact this dream had on the Pope.
If the Pontiff offered a commentary on his dream, Anton Gronowicz does not share
it with the reader. But we are told that John Paul began to recite the prayer of St.
Francis of Assisi. "Lord make me an instrument of thy peace, where there is hatred
let me sow love...where there is darkness, light and where there is sadness, joy.
Many years after Cardinal Wojtyla had his dream, and had become Pope John Paul II,
he made a pilgrimage to Assisi, the birthplace of St. Francis. In the Message of
Reconciliation he delivered there, the Pontiff spoke of the Saint's love for animal, as
well as human, beings. And he likened that inclusive love to an anticipation of the
Peaceable Kingdom, envisioned by the Prophet Isaiah; a world in which all God's creatures
will live in peace with each other.
The Pope also said that the "solicitous care, not only towards men, but also
towards animals and nature in general" which St. Francis demonstrated, is "a
faithful echo of the love with which God in the beginning pronounced his 'fiat' which
brought them into existence." And, the Pope added, "we, too, are called to a
similar attitude."
Some who read these remarks are surprised to find in them such strong support of
God's other creatures. They are surprised to hear the Pope refer to the lives of
animals as a manifestation of God's love: lives that deserve our "solicitous
care." But I was not surprised. By the time I came across a copy of the
message he gave at Assisi, I had read "God's Broker" and the lengthy account of
the Pope's dream. And I knew that if John Paul II had not wanted this very revealing
dream to be published, it would never have appeared in print.
So in spite of the policies and pronouncements of churchmen of the same, or other
persuasions, who try to denigrate the value and the importance of the lives of God's other
creatures, we know that John Paul II had a dream. And although men of lesser vision
and lesser spiritual development have closed their hearts and their minds to the needs of
other creatures, John Paul has given witness to a need for the "solicitous care, not
only of men, but of animals."
In this witness, the Pope is being true to the Gospel message in which Jesus also
gave witness to the need for the solicitous care of all beings: "I tell you, whenever
you refused to help one of these least important ones, you refused to help
me."(Matthew 25:45 TEV)
Copyright 2001, J.R. Hyland & Humane Religion Text from GOD'S BROKER by Antoni
Gronowicz, Richardson & Snyder NY, 1984, used by permission.
The Spanish translation of "The Pope and the Homeless Cats" is
on the Animal People's website.
Go to www.animalpeoplenews.org
Click on the flag that says "en Espanol."
They should also have it
translated in French.
HUMANE
RELIGION
