How the conversations inside my cat's head may correspond to the way I think about God

This isn't much...but it's something, and I need to get it out of my head. Feel free to ignore this one if you want. I just want to get back in the habit of doing this occasionally.

"How the conversations inside my cat's head may correspond to the way I think about God"

Okay, I admit it. I have a tendency to talk to my cat (yes, out loud). And I often insert her side of the conversation into my supposed 'dialogue.' Recently, I have started to listen to myself, and I've noticed some patterns. Disturbing, enlightening patterns, possibly even worth sharing. Or maybe I'm just crazy. It's entirely possible.

[A little context: she's being bullied by another cat in our new house. When he chases her, he thinks he's playing, but rather than defending herself, she chooses to hiss and run under the bed.]

You said you'd take care of me! 

I am taking care of you.

But this sucks! I'm trapped. I'm being beaten up for no reason!

You're not actually being hurt. It does suck, but in some way it's good for you. It's building character.

But everything seems totally out of control!

Events actually are in my control. I could change it if I wanted. For now, I'm intervening when you really need me, but for your good and the good of everyone involved, I'm choosing to wait, watching to see how you handle it.

Things just went to hell again. Are you even paying attention? (as she flees in the opposite direction)

Are you actually going to run from me, or are you going to let me protect you? Don't you trust me by now? (– and once again, YES, these words actually came out of my mouth –)

But I hate this! It's not fair! No, I haven't liked the way things have been... but this is certainly not a change for the better.

I could stop it if I chose. But for now, this is the way it is. Figure it out, and know that I love you.