Everything alive wants to feel safe and secure. That was brought home to me this past week when I found an abandonded kitten at the Vet’s office. When I came back from the post office on Wednesday, I heard and saw a tiny black kitten in the yard of the office. I informed Karen that we had a kitten in need of help.
It took us two days but we finally caught it. Poor things kept walking around outside crying at the top of it’s lungs. However, when we got close to it, it would rund for fear of being hurt in some way. On Thursday, we double teamed it and caught it.
Poor little Jerome was covered in motor oil and was a pitiful sight. He was given a bath and fed. We drew some blood and sent it off to see if he had lukemia or aids. The test came back negative. We put him in a cat carrier and he yelled until he was hoarse. I felt so sorry for him.
On Friday, he was given another bath and the first round of shots. I agreed to take him home with me for the weekend. He is still here at the time of this writing.
On Friday night and Saturday, he continued to yell. He would eat, sleep some, poop and yell, yell, yell. I wasn’t sure that he would ever feel secure and safe. He would purr when I picked him up. He would cry when I put him down.
Today, finally, he has figured out that he is safe and secure. He is happy to see me. He has actually started playing. He has finally figured out that all humans are not mean or hurtful. He has leared to trust me and let himself feel free of fear.
My boys, well they are slowly coming around. For the past three days, they have blamed me for bringing that little black “thing” in to the house. They are thinking that it might be fund to play with. They are still standoffish but are seeing that he does not pose a threat.
This little one has shown me that there is hope for all of those lost little ones. Maybe even me….Jerome had to learn that he was safe and not to worry that he was going to be harmed again. I need to know the same thing. I do know. There will be rough times. But, there are those out there, including God, that are willing to catch me and help me if I need it.
The little one cannot stay with me. But, I can foster him for a while…. Anyone know someone who wants a little black kitty?
June 15, 2009 at 7:09 pm |
Ms. Cindy,
My kids were a magnet for stray animals and we raised a bunch of ‘em. Nowadays my wife and I are in and out more and they don’t seem to show up on our doorstep as often. It’s almost like they have a sixth sense of where they have good odds of finding someone there every day. That sure enough is what we all need.
Dr. B