Throwaways, Cats, Travels, and People
A Kitten Trying to find Home
Tiny mews filtered through my kitchen window, drawing me out of a stupor. Drop-dead tired because I had just returned from a trip to the top of the world, well actually, the farthest reaches of the USA, or as they put it, “As far as you can go without a passport,” I could not even see straight and there a needy kitten was darting around in my back driveway.
Stepping outside I saw her (all cats are girls and all dogs are boys, you know) as she scrambled to the hedge-cover that she had chosen as a temporary home. Immediately, she was named Smoky. Such long black/grey hair for so little a creature. She hopped along with her tail straight up, lonely, lost and frightened. What could have possessed someone to drop her off like that?
My gentle lady (see my HubPages photo-is that an avatar?--I need to look that up) was comically confused. She had tried to nurture baby squirrels that fell from their nests in past springtimes (unsuccessfully I’m glad to say). She had tried to make friends with every cat and dog within 10 blocks, and she tries to make friends with children whose happy ways scare her, but she had never seen a kitten before. Rather sad, I know, but she nor we could take care of litter after litter if she had not been spayed.
She was born on a farm to a ptiiful mama that was unwanted and had been dropped off with the expectation that someone would take care of her (or that she would fend for herself in farm country). We were delighted to take the runt of the litter! Her back legs were a little askew (maybe she was just knot-kneed) and she was smallish, but mainly she was too smart for her own good.
Once, when she was a young teen-ager, we were alone in the house. I heard her tumbling around somewhere when I began typing. Time passed quickly and the next thing I knew I had that eerie feeling of being observed unawares. It is always creepy.
Turning slowly from my keyboard I looked down and there she was sitting regally like a princess with her tail wrapped around her front paws, wide-eyed, “chawing” the air. She was copying my gum-chewing while I was working! Yikes. That was even eerier.
Have I told you that story before? Hmmm...I’d better get back to the visiting kitten. Poor thing, it would not let us get close. Late that night I heard a strange rattle at our cat door in the garage and peeked out to see her once again scrambling around.
I put some food and water out hoping she would try it. It was all the same story the next day. My poor cat was walking around with a strange frown and meowing the question, “Can you please help her now?”
Sigh. I would like very much to have been able to do that very thing.
Throwaways, Travels, and People
All this got me to thinking about throwaways and it was too sad for me to dwell on at the moment. I had to ponder things for a few days.
As I traveled I had watched people connecting in airports and heard snatches of conversations, observed countenances. I had enjoyed family and interacted with people in their home towns, then began to look forward to coming back to my home.
En route I watched kids who had been thrown away and saw parents who had been thrown away. I met those who had lost as well as those who were lost. I saw emptiness that I wished I could share truth with if only there were time enough to have a real conversation.
The world is full of hurting people in the grip of something bigger than they are. The unique independence of Alaskans, the arrogance of Seattle’s oh-so-tolerant city dwellers, the whiskey-smooth sound of Memphis citizens, all have the same common need.
Then, when you meet someone who has believed what God says about His Son in His Word, you often know it immediately. They stand out in the crowd and will often times start a meaningful conversation.
The one stranger that has become a new friend from this trip is carrying one of the deepest hurts a parent can experience, but her face shines. She has that promised peace that passes understanding and she is drawing nearer to her Lord.
Our paths crossed inexplicably and in this case we were drawn together, instantly realizing that our spirits bore witness to each other’s. It is a beautiful, comforting thing. Christians have something that no other group of people have and it is an amazing gift. "Hello," K. :)
I think of Christians who are being violently persecuted in other parts of the world while we are free to meet and greet each other openly, enjoy worship and fellowship together, and even share the truth of the Word of God with those around us.
Would I be able to say as they have been recorded saying, “I consider it a privilege to suffer for my Savior like this” in the face of beatings and imprisonment, in the face of knowing that I would soon die for my faith? Oh, Father, help me to be faithful!
Map to Alaska's Land's End:
The kitty cat? Well, I think a neighbor who works for a vetrenarian was able to retrieve her. I hope so, anyway, because she is gone. I think, though, that the memory of her fearfully skittering across our backyard will always be a part of this particular trip.
Traveling gives us many experiences and sometimes it is a useful thing to give some real thought to what we see happening in the world. In a sense, there really is nothing new under the sun. Human behavior left to itself is exactly what God says it is.
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