EXCLAMATION

In all their constriction, contraption in life, animals live to survive. Those who thrive, survived, those who flaws, abandoned.

But abandonment is personal to me. Life is a mystery, so why judge, when tomorrow is not written?

You have to make the rules, not follow them.

So although I don’t have even two percent of what it would take to repair our days old home, I walked anyway. The other option is not an option. Our sanctuary was just hit by typhoon. The cattery was destroyed, the whole backyard is underwater, and when it rains, all fifty of us stuck in the kitchen without electricity, no internet, no food.

And he was born in the middle of all those chaos.

One from only two litters, and his mother was reluctant about raising him, and abandoned him right out after the first month.

He kept going. His mother just keep kicking him away, but he just keep going. He wouldn’t cry, he wouldn’t give up, he wouldn’t die.

He just kept coming. If he cannot come when his mother was awake, he will come when his mother was sleeping. It doesn’t matter even if it’s just one sip. He would find his mother’s breasts, and try his best to suck as gentle as possible.

To live as long as possible.

Those days, we don’t have online shop yet, and even if we had, we had limited to no electricity, no signal, nothing.

All we have is a small convenience store just five minutes climb, where I ran every morning to post, and my big sister Lori would go around asking for help.

All we have is a lactose free newborn formula, and eggs with price of gold.

Nature is pleased with simplicity. And nature is no dummy.

By the end of April, four months after we begin renovation, he had learned how to walk. He is smaller than other kittens, but he walked anyway. If he cannot go to one place, he will ask the bigger cat.

He might get kicked, he might be ignored, he might be pushed away. He has no fear; he has no shame. If one cat slap him, he will find other. If the other cat kick him, hiss at him, rejects him, he will go find yet another, and another, and another.

If nothing works, he will come to me. We can only see further if we are standing upon the shoulders of giants.

All he has is love. It’s imprinted on him, can’t you see?

So he loves his mother still, he care for others still. He has no hate. If he got hate, he comes to me.

And I always grant him what he wants, because he never wants anything bad, anything silly. He only wants simple things. Opened window, a place under the sun, extra cutlet of sweet smelling bacon.

Because only those who was kicked away by their own mother knows how it feels.

He and I are the same.

What I cannot grant, though he never asked, is cure.

Sir Isaac Newton, as I named him, has chronic FCV. His mother pass it down to him, and tried to bury the trace by rejecting him. Calicivirus that will mangle his tongue so badly he cannot eat or drink. Calicivirus that will turn his day upside down, Calicivirus that will flare up every turn of the season, Calicivirus that weigh him down with such gravity, he can never be heavier than 2 kgs (4 lbs).

His mother thought he would never survive, but there he is. I thought, he wouldn’t live long, because an animal who is abandoned by his mother has fatal flaw, but there he is.

There are days when he can run a thousand miles. There are days when he rolls under the sun. There are days when he fights the other male.

There are days when all he can do is lift his head, and swallow all the small drips of broth I put in his mouth.

Live your life as an Exclamation rather than an Explanation.

So we never asked. We walked anyway. Day after day, under the sun, under the moon, in between the rain, among the wind; and last night, after four years, he stood there on the bridge.

And now Newton is now standing on the shoulders of giant, and see further into the sky, look deeper down to earth, and run free across the universe.

~ Josie

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You have to make the rules, not follow them.
Nature is pleased with simplicity. And nature is no dummy.
Live your life as an Exclamation rather than an Explanation.
Quotes by Sir Isaac Newton

Sir Isaac Newton PRS 25 December 1642 – 20 March 1726/27 was an English mathematician, astronomer, theologian, author and physicist (described in his own day as a “natural philosopher”) who is widely recognised as one of the most influential scientists of all time, and a key figure in the scientific revolution.

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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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