Purrs And Away

Appeared on Whiskers’ Syndicate facebook page  on August 1st, 10:30 PM (GMT + 7:00)

Leeto (from Little Tortie) has always been the one to watch on the sideline. It is why she is not as famous as her mischievous sibling Torbie. She is not as active as her other sibling: Neo, who got his name from his blackness and his penchant of jumping from one top to another and back again. But just because she is a little bit of an introvert, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to enjoy life.

Often at the dead of the night, when I was still typing or translating, or sewing, I would find her playing alone in the corner, with the toys that were exhausted by her siblings hours before.

After all the floor have been swept and mopped, after all the litter boxes are cleaned, after all the kibbles swallowed, the blanket spread out, and cat traveled to Hogwart from platform Z 5/8, I am always alone to pass the night, working, but since she came into our lives, she is that silent TV upon which I can peek between my stitches and made to smile.

And away is the tiredom, or sleepiness, at least for a while.

When she is old enough to take the world, she went out of my bedroom and never look back. She met the other mobsters who loves her as a child, or adore her as a friend. Then my moonlighting nights are a little bit quieter, but when I heard the Cheese Chase rolling, or the ball in that Senses track chasing when everyone else are flying on their magic carpet, I know it would be Leeto. Sometimes I would peer through the window and see her silhouette dancing under the moon, sometimes it’s too dark to see anything, but I can just imagine how she would look like, the stage is all for her own.

And away is the tiredom, or sleepiness, at least for a while.

During the day, it was different world. Less quiet, less solitude. There are fund to raise, supplies to provide, chores to do. Orders has to go to the post office, medicine has to be bought, this cat and that cat have to go to the vet, the other one need nebulizer, that one over there need a bath after he plays in the drainage. Leeto usually come to me and rub each of my legs twice, asking for her pat on the head, and goes purrs and away. On the days she is not sleeping, she will watch the others made fun of their toys. She just look and follow everyone with her eyes.

She never show me her new skill in kicking that Sense ball like the others, sometimes playing so hard that the whole track bounced from the floor and fly, belly flopped a few meters away, or worse, made a somersault and landed upside down. She never need the spotlight, it’s enough that she knows what she can do and will do with that toy when her turn come in the middle of the night.

Yesterday morning I found her lying on her side, right in front of my door, with seizure. The schedule broke into pieces. I loosely wrap her in a towel, put her in a cool place, and when she calmed down, moved her to the corner of my bedroom where her early stage used to be. I cancel my work, I messaged my patron and ask for an extra day to ship her order. I abandon every other thing and give her all the attention she need.

She opened her eyes once, looked around, and found me. I smiled, the same way she always found me smiling when she noticed someone watched her play. She sighed and went purrs and away.

And never again look back.

Leeto crossed the rainbow bridge and went to the other side.

I’d never know why. It’s not a question that can be answered by this world where I live in. The only thing I know is that for 10 months, she has enough milk, enough food, enough drink, enough treats, enough toys, enough care, and as much of moonlighting as she wants until the day she crossed over.

And away is my tiredom, or sleepiness, for nights to come. That corner where I used to look and smile to when I found her will be empty.

The days that come will be less quiet, less solitude, and just as busy. Maybe I will find solace from her departure.

What Leeto lived to show me, that’s animal rescue. It’s a hectic work, a dirty job. Never quiet, never easy. When people learn that you are an animal rescuer they imagine filthy home, dirty cats exuding parasite, no pay. People just watch you pass by like a full garbage truck. They won’t take your hand, won’t listen to your word, They look at you as a weirdo, a stranger, an alien that made them curious, but not enough for them to love.

But at the dead of the night, when no one is looking, when streets are empty, when houses are dark, these creatures of lesser God can see my silhouette dance, among the bushes, near the garbage can, in the garden of a vacant house, by the river, through the graveyard. And there they come, with tail straight, some purrs, a little hiss, trotting lightly like the moonlight bounced on the leaves and turn into the glow of fireflies. Sometimes I can see them. yellow, black, grey, brown, red. Sometimes just their silhouette, their eyes peering, but their hope glaring, asking for the food to just roll so they can chase them like the ball on those Senses track.

Just because I am a little bit of an introvert (and a lot of a misfit) it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to enjoy life.

Hasta la vista, baby. Wait for me at the other side.

~ Josie

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