[hyoo-man-i-tee or, often, yoo-] /hyuˈmæn ɪ ti or, often, yu-/
Well, its happened again. At one of the safest locations I had for shelter on Parsells. Just about across the street from where the shelters on the porch were removed and taken away two months ago, where Parsley was rescued from, and so many others. I pulled up nearing the end of my daily route this morning at 5:30 am., feeding at 15 different locations around the public market area - Beechwood, 5 cats on average at each location, every single day, and I saw everything piled up at the curb for trash day today. The tenants moved out (or were kicked out) maybe a month or so ago, and clearly there was work being done inside this duplex house, but I didn't think that after all these years that I've had shelters behind this house way in the back of the lot, that they would finally trash everything. I thought 'here is a kind person/owner/landlord, to allow these shelters to remain back here, even after tenant after tenant moved in and out'. This was one of my larger shelters that housed at least five to seven cats. There were two tarps, two wooden huts/boxes, four plastic totes, one board, and one large pallet. I salvaged everything but the wood and pallet. I left a note, a kind note, for him to call me, and noting his kindness for allowing me to place shelters back there after all these years. I set plates in the back, and and returned two of the plastic tote shelters back there, and went off in disbelief. I don't know what I will do now for the cats there.
Its just something new every day. I look at it as a challenge because if I didn't, I think I would go into a deep depression. I just feel for these cats. There are days I just want to give up. To never go back into this part of the city ever again. To face the adversity I've faced after all these years, the heartbreak of seeing my shelters destroyed, knowing the confusion and fear these cats must feel to know their 'home' is gone. It breaks my spirit each time. Humanity. What's happened?
While animals do not have the same status or self-consciousness as humans, it “feels” wrong to treat them cruelly without reason. If one acts cruelly towards animals simply because he can, it rationally follows that he may end up desensitized to feelings and go on to treat humans in the same manner.
Life is life - - whether in a cat, or dog, or man. There is no difference there between a cat or a man. The idea of difference is a human conception for man's own advantage.
Have a good day.
"Today, give someone a hug. Smile at a stranger. Pay for someone's coffee in line behind you. Because when the universe strips us bare, kindness is what brings us back."