Synchonicity: a little yule-tide story

[Robert Cooper]

We live way out in the country, on a gravel road. All sorts of things show up here: usually someone else's garbage.

I'd gone into town to get some groceries, wasn't gone an hour. When I returned, I noticed something very low to the ground, moving. As I got closer, the little bit of fur turned out to be a kitten, about four-five months old.

The spot where I found her is over a mile from anyone's home. This poor thing didn't just walk there, it was dumped there.

As I slowed the car to a stop beside her, she cried and mewed and was so pathetically obvious in her desire to escape this strange environment (the ground is covered with snow here). As soon as I opened the door to fetch her she jumped in, rubbing her head against my beard and purring a blue-streak.

What's a soft-hearted animal lover to do? I brought her home.

At the gate I was greeted as usual by our pack of dogs. Nine of them, to be precise: Mom, Dad and the seven pups. They were born a month before my son, and there was no way we could give them away (couldn't even think of breaking up their family). 'Dad' came up to the car, noticed the cat, and started sniffing. I doubt he expected her to twine herself around his legs, purring. As hard as he tried to get a sniff, she was milling about his legs rubbing against him.

With his approval, I entered the property and brought her into the house. No one barked. No one growled. Everyone wanted to sniff, and it was quite a sight watching her walk about the place with a train of five to seven dogs trailing after her.

We poured her milk and gave her some of our cat food (we have two cats who have grown up with our dogs). She ate and drank voraciously. Probably the first meal in several days, judging from her condition.

We've named her "Kali" because she's a calico and when I first saw her the sun glinting in her orange fur looked like a bloody gash. We've set up an appointment with the vet and we'll do the best we can to provide her with a good home.

That someone would drop her off minutes before I came by. That she would approach the car and jump in at the first opportunity. That she would take to our dogs and they to her. Call it "synchronicity" if you wish, but here was a most fortuitous kitten who would -never- have survived the night here, let alone another day. The coyotes would have gotten her for sure.

I hope everyone will give a thought for those less fortunate this season (and every season). Whether helping out in a shelter or soup kitchen, wrapping toys for deprived kids or collecting blankets for the homeless, adopting a stray from the pound and giving him/her a good home.

It may hurt the pocket-book, but it is so good for the heart.

[melody]

1. What a beautiful story - thanks for posting it n/t

[scarletlib]

2. Thank you.

[ailsagirl]

3. That's a lovely story-- thank you for sharing that

I'll try not to focus on the *&^%$# who dumped the kitten and
instead celebrate your kindness and generosity in saving her.

That's what it's all about!!

:) :toast: :)

[Robert Cooper]

4. I'd like to think...

...someone's crying their eyes out tonight over what they did. Make them a more responsible pet owner. And judging from the size of the cat I can believe he or she would have had trouble getting it adopted (we're in farm country and just about everyone has barn cats).

I'd prefer to be charitable and believe the individual thought he/she was making the best choice from several lousy options, even tho' we both know it was very wrong.

The alternatives would have led to poor Kali's death. Instead, she found a home.

Lucky little kitty :-)

[ailsagirl]

5. You rock, Robert Cooper

:yourock:

[Robert Cooper]

6. kick nt