She is learning to like people for the first time in her short, very hard life. Only yesterday, she learned - for the first time - about being petted. She purred...
I don't know what I'm going to do with her: there are too many waiting for homes as it is. Poor Spot and Wishe are still homeless but with me for now. There needs to be more loving homes for these poor things. But, somehow we keep on going, don't we?
|Indoors, better fed, and on the road to recovery|
I love kitties - sometimes I wonder how I can survive it all. It's heartbreaking and sad and confining. People look down on "crazy cat ladies" but it is really just seeing a need and trying to meet it. It's too big for one person. We just do the best we can. Meanwhile, the big "animal rescue" organizations have directors making huge six or seven figure salaries in the front office while in the back they kill people's pets with the terrifying factory-like efficiency of Nazi death camps: thousands every day - about once every one-third of a second, every day a little life is snuffed out by executive order.
The corpses pile up - a monument to human callousness - reaching heavenward; the silence of the innocent cries out for justice. And at the same moment, those "humane" and "ethical" societies' directors are laughing all the way to the bank, having lined their own pockets with cash from those who thought they were doing the right thing.. ....Those big charities and their clever fundraisers never miss a photo op, though; bringing camera crews along as they "rescue" animals from overcrowding or "hoarding" situations (animals which they will later slaughter without remorse when the cameras are gone). But the "crazy cat ladies" - the ones actually saving lives - are derided and vilified. Is this really right? Is this the best we can do for our fellow sentient beings? Would God want this?