Last month friends of mine got a kitten as their family pet. I came to visit a few weeks ago, and noticed the kitten looked very skinny, and unhealthy. This wasn’t the families fault since some Vincentians struggle financially. They were feeding her scraps of their own food, which is okay for adult cats, but a kitten needs more nutrition.
The next day I brought two small bags of cat food for the kitten. And a few days later a can of condensed milk.
I didn’t really do this for the kitten…
I did it for my mother
I realize not all people are big fans of cats, and that’s okay. But I’ve grown up with them. Actually, I have grown up with “stray cats.” My dear mother has a heart for all animals, but especially stray cats who are malnourished, or don’t have a home. Currently she is in the mountains of West Virginia feeding at least three cats who come to visit each day for a meal or two.
My parents cat in his younger years lived in the drainage ditch that was part of our front yard. My mothers heart went out to him, and over time, she slowly but surely gained his trust. One night he came inside the house, and today has NO INTEREST in going outside!
I do love my mothers heart for stray cats…
but that love for cats reflects her love for people who have been beat up by life.
The world has a way of wearing us down. Some people go through especially difficult trials or experience the consequences of their actions. In those moments they are like the scrawny little kitten who needs some tender loving care.
And our hearts must go out to them.
Last week I visited the family and Wednesday the kitten (Yes, I know the name is ridiculous) came around the corner. She was noticeably fatter and healthier than the week before because she was receiving the proper nutrition.
There are many people like Wednesday who long for someone like my mother who will notice them, and help them.
Someone who has a heart for stray cats
and wounded souls.
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