She dreamed a dream in times gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
She dreamed, that love would never die
She dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then She was young (and adorable!) and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

Then it all went wrong

The door was shut, and world no longer welcoming. Her effort and trials bare no fruits nor frosting.

The road that was once a distant land, now become her home, with rain, and the sky and the wind and the sun burning.

The cold and heat, the hunger biting.

The nature calling.

The tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
He slept a summer by my side
He filled her days with endless wonder
He took her childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And lost all her wonder, and gone all her hope down asunder.
With two kittens, where should she go?
Except peeping by the sides of the fences, sniffing the smell of remnants of kindness, and maybe a time to put down the boulder in her sides, and air the burn on her soles.

If she is lucky she would have the night, most often she is not, she has to take the flight.

Till that porch, fifth house to the right, with little roof, and dim light.
She killed the dream she dreamed, and waived her birth right, for the food and the rest for a night, for the love that pet her with delight.

But come a small plate of kibbles, and come a small bowl of fresh water.
Come a box in which she delivers, come a lending of some space, some time, some care.
Come the hands that care and the look so nurturing. It isn’t perfect, but it isn’t a dream.

And come a stranger with different voice, different smells of her kinds.

“Mom, do you want to send her away too?”

“Who would care for them, when I have my health under care?”

And come her, inside the box, with her two children.

And come her, on the bumpy road away from home, anxious and unsure. With fear, with doubt. Though the stranger assuring, though her hands are loving.

And for the third time, “I know you are familiar with cats, you don’t mind them wandering free in your taxi, and you have been driving so carefully, but the mother is hyperventilating, she has difficulties breathing, and it made her children anxious and crying. Our destination is still far away. There is a pet shop on the right side if you turn left on the next fish statue two hundred meters from now. Let me get a sturdy crate for her to stay and snuggle with her family. A firm wall and a dark space will give her assurance and ease her anxiety”

“I would like a crate no more than USD 25, for a large adult cat and two kittens”

The pet shop attendance climbed the shelves and fetch a baby blue cargo with one door at the side and two smaller ones on top.

“This one is the largest and it’s USD 22”

I handed over my debit card

“May I help you carry this to your taxi?”

I followed right behind him and asked him to cut the plastic bag into two as a mat to the carrier, and then I told him “Please do not open the back door unless I open it for you”.

I slipped in and hold the mother, her kittens nearby, and the taxi driver opened the back door. Everything set up in less than ten minutes, I’d be thanking the pet shop attendant, taxi driver back on duty, and the small pilgrim arrived safely at their new camp for refugees.

So she sat by the window, with her kittens playing by her side with others of the same age.

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting

She dreamed a dream in times gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
She dreamed, that love would never die
She dreamed that God would be forgiving

It’s cramped and dirty, sometimes smelly.
But the neighbors are fine, and the kittens are nice.

So different now from what it seemed

It’s not perfect, but it’s not a dream.

~ Josie

This post, in non-consecutive order, used parts of the song “I Dreamed A Dream” an opera song sung by Fantine, in the play Les Miserables.
“I Dreamed A Dream” written by Alain Albert Boublil / Claude Michel Schonberg / Herbert Kretzmer / Jean Marc Natel. Lyrics Copyright of Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.


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Josie And The Whiskers' Syndicate

The first and only cat refuge in Bandung (West Java - Indonesia) a capital breeder of a nation without animal welfare law. We care for Bandung's unwanted animals, operate a TNR as much as our budget allows, and continue to educate people about compassion to animals

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