This little guy is breaking my heart, and has been for over a year.
That is how long I have been setting food out on our front porch for him. When he first showed up he was wild-eyed and skittish and would run far out at the first sight or sound of me. He now understands that when I come out, it will be to set food in the dish that I keep out there. He is still leery but only scampers off about 4 feet and waits; he also looks me in the eyes now, too. I consider this progress.
When I first spotted him around the neighborhood he was filled out a lot better than what he is now. I don’t know if he is an accidental escapee, or if someone tossed him out on his ear. There are absolutely never any good reasons for tossing any animal out on its ear. He held his ground against our nasty winter, though, and I made sure there was a box with a blanket in it, and food in his dish twice a day.
Whatever his history he obviously knows how to survive. I witnessed him lord it over another tom in our neighborhood that turned up on the porch one night. My adopted stray knew how to handle himself. I let them both know I did not want that going on on our porch. My mother once asked me if I liked sounding like a drill sergeant at times. It serves a purpose every now and then.
I want to clean those face wounds for him, take him to a vet and have his ears and body checked for various unwelcome things, but I doubt he is ever going to trust me to that level, so all I can do is see that he has enough food and water, if he wants it. This season he’s taken to sleeping on our wicker chairs. I peek through the curtains every morning as soon as I get up and most of the time he is sound asleep in one of the rockers, and he actually looks peaceful and relaxed–something I never see in his demeanor when he’s awake—and I am instantly grateful for covered porches and wicker rockers.
He is losing weight and his gait seems stiff and guarded, and I have been down this road before with other cats. I’ve seen the bulges in their sides and their sagging limps and I know that all I can do is feed them and send friendly energy. Nature will do as it must when the time comes.
The Dalai Lama says it so very well: “Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.”
It’s been a buzz saw of a freelancing week, as you will have guessed by me missing my promised Monday blog post deadline. I’m delighted to have numerous story assignments but it gets real interesting when they all are due on the same day next week. But I said yes, and I will deliver. Every now and then the Universe makes it even more challenging such as it did this week like when the photos I took didn’t work for the editor and the subject source couldn’t drop everything just for me to come in and reshoot them right away, or certain questions weren’t satisfied, etc, etc, etc, so I was a bit involved and coming up with a writing analogy for this blog last Monday had to take a back seat. But having said that, Nature didn’t abandon me. I can always rely on my love of animal spirituality to give me content. I’d be lost without it.
So, three things to remember: Continue to say ‘yes,’ remember to breathe through it all, and always remain kind.
One final note . . . this morning my manuscript arrived on my doorstep, back from my editor. ☺ As I told her: I’m eager, I’m centered, and I’m ready.
Stay tuned. I will have much to share with you–