LITTLE SOLDIERS

He was the only survivor. His life is not great, his chances are not good. He opened his eyes late, he start to walk late, he eats late. Because he is the only one, and he has a good mother, so he is alive.

She was the only survivor. Her life is not great, her chances are not good. She opened her eyes too soon, she start to walk too soon, she eats too soon. Because she is the only, and she does not have mother, she has to live.

It was long winding process to get him to us. His mother was cared for by two college sisters who will soon graduate and will have to return to their own country. The sisters live in boarding house, so the mother stays outside, and it takes time to find her and drive her all the way across town, but there he is.

It was rushy, thrilling process to get her to us. She was abandoned, or taken away from her mother, put in a box, and dumped by the roadside in the dark of cold night after the rain. Her instinct dictates when she should call, when she stays silent, and the longer it took me to pinpoint her location since her call was spread over by harsh wind, at the end of the long search across the park, I ran and rushed to grab the soaking box where she was, and there she is.

There he is; there she is. Born by chance, siblings by fate. Bracing the cold together, bracing the life together, fighting death together, seeking hope together.

There he is, there she is. Running closer with their toothpick legs whenever they saw me with a plate with the sweet smell of milk, fragrant fog of warm broth, running away with their toothpick legs whenever I turn out to have syringe with needles.

There he is, there she is, climbing the ramps of their cage so one day they can challenge the limit. Chasing down the ladders and toys, so one day they can chase down their chances. Rolling over in joy and bumping each other, mews and growls, so one day, they can overcome their hardship.

One day, they can stand on their own.

One day, the little soldiers can be warriors.

~ Josie

These little kittens are Malaya’s kitten. The black one is her own, the tabby one was the one I found discarded by the roadside. They are protected, loved, and well cared for, but I can only provide as much as your support would go. Help me ensure their future and invest in their chance of survival

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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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