This is a narrative of taking as much care of yourselves
as you would another person or a creature who needs rescuing.
To catch up on the story, here is Part One
Elizabeth is a tiny wisp of a cat who cried in the cold
night air right into my heart.
She joined living quarters with my menagerie of 3 cats and two dogs
each with a face and personality all their own.
Peanut and Tink are patient kitties and gentle souls
They look at her but do not try and touch her.
Mr Beeblebrox however is 18 months black and white with fu-manchu
white whiskers that drapes down and curly hair.
He is pure mischief and wants to touch her, giving no proper space
leading to much caterwauling and singing of warning.
He knows he is a bad boy to trouble her and amazingly if
I the Mama am not swift enough to dispatch him
Lucy The pit bull puppy jumps in and puts an end to it.
She sleeps on a box on top of my old model TV in the bed room
or finds her way into the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink
She loves to drink water from the faucet
and even has some meat to her bones although still tiny.
Well, here comes the confession.
I believe I found her owners.
They are a young guy and his girlfriend
He inherited his parents home.
His Dad died suddenly from a heart attack in his 50's
and his mom has breathing problems so bad
that she is in a home.
I saw him walking the dogs and asked him if he had a cat
He said he did but she was missing
I asked him if she was an outdoor cat and he said no
but he would leave her out all day until he came home from work
I then remembered seeing her out at night too
She is 15 years old and he thought she had gone off to die
I did not tell him I had her but that she was at my end of the street
and she was being cared for I thought.
That half truth burns within me and I feel the shame of it
Winter is not over, and I can not bear
the thought of her tiny figure in the cold.
Its two months more till spring and warmer days
I will return her when its warmer and she is healthier.
Along with a care package of food, flea medicine and the things
to keep her comfy.
Right now she never asks to go out and sleep fills her days
She is tired…like many of us
There is a time for everything in its season
A time to rest, a time to get well, a time to care
a time to say I am sorry and a time to rescue…
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