"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."
Monday, September 10, 2012
I have to be a Debbie Downer to begin the week here. I try to sugar coat, and not dwell on the sad stuff most times when I write, but my heart breaks into pieces most days, and this weekend was hard. Sunday morning, as I was just finishing my rounds at my last stop, which by the way, Dave, the older gentleman that offered to sweep up the glass on the porch where I feed, never did. Anyway, I glanced across the street from this location, and saw two tiny baby kittens, both red and white, sitting there on the steps, watching me. They were huddled together. I quickly got a dish of wet food and brought it over to them, not too close as they would run away, and set it down on the sidewalk. I then pulled away and parked just down a ways to observe and see if they would go eat it. After awhile, they still hadn't. I was thinking they were so young that maybe they didn't know 'human' food yet, if they ever would at all. To think that these two innocent creatures - just babies - would be out there again all day on the street was just devastating. But in the line of business I am in with this cat feeding, I have to put this out of my mind quickly or it would drive me mad. I drove away and just said a prayer that they would be safe. I still can't understand how people in these neighborhoods can allow this. How they can turn a blind eye to this. I thought to my self I would try to trap these babies, and they would surely have to go somewhere to a shelter, I just can't take anymore in. When will I do this, I don't know. Its very hard just feeding all these cats in the morning, let alone stopping to trap. My joints ache, I don't get enough sleep, I am beside myself. If only someone could share my route with me, life would be more manageable.