BEHOLD

Rumi asked God: “My heart is so small, it’s almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it?”

“Look,” He answered, “Your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.”

I rushed out earlier to the colony. I needed to go to the pet shop to buy a new backpack carrier, because the last one was peed upon and it hasn’t dried. It’s much sorrow to part with USD 30 for a carrier when I am struggling with everything else and would rather keep it for something more essential, but what bigger sorrow would it be, if I did not spend it, and miss the chance to trap Shy Tortie? The closer it is toward the end of Ramadhan, the more hectic, and only God knows how I would go about when holiday comes and transport is scarce.

I can only believe that everything happened for a reason, that somewhere out there, whoever is in charge is arranging chances upon my free will, knowing what I do and what I do not, because He was the one to make me happen in the first place.

On that intersection, that different route, the light had just turned red, and we, my rider and I were the first to stop.

Looking at incoming traffic, I saw that small head poking out from behind the tree, walked out of its hiding, and look back, waiting for someone.

I thought it will be a mother.

It was his sibling, lifting his front leg, walking with a limp.

And all the time he struggled to balance himself, brother is there right by his side to lean on and tip the balance back where it should be.

They were trying to cross the road.

Zooming cars and speeding motorcycle came bursting from the other side just as their sign turned green.

From the way my rider turned his head, I knew he saw what I saw. Other people saw what I saw. From the look on their faces, I knew they knew what was coming.

Yet they sat still.

It was only me jumping down from the motor bike and run fast enough to sweep them off the middle of the intersection before chaos ensued.

And sorrows, of course.

They are but small cats; they raced to meow at me bursting into stories, but although I understand the sentiments, I lost their words completely.

I put them in the newly bought carrier.

By then the light had turned green on my side of the vehicle, but it was my rider stopping the traffic for two minutes so I don’t have to wait another round of stops to continue my journey.

I told him thank you.

He only grins. He knows it by previous million events whenever he drives me that I do crazy things such as stopping four lanes of oncoming traffic for a mouse crossing the street, and jumping into sewers to help drowning cats.

Since these two brothers occupy the carrier, I lost my chance to trap Shy Tortie anyway. The night I posted about her eating by my foot through Instagram, the two brothers were on the other side. I could have just throw my deliberately-worn big jacket over her and grab her, but I wouldn’t have any secure place to keep her throughout my way home.

I can only believe that everything happened for a reason, that somewhere out there, whoever is in charge is arranging chances upon my free will knowing what I do and what I do not, because He was the one to make me happen in the first place.

And He sure loves turning events by surprise.

The white little brother was apparently hit by a motorcycle. His front leg has small hairline fractures, so no surgery is necessary. However his limping will be permanent if not treated correctly.

I got home past midnight, and paid my rider more because he had to stay up, riding me everywhere.

Meanwhile, in the jungle, the tiny jungle, two lions sleep that night.

Actually, they take turns. When one of them is asleep, the other watches out.

When they wake up two days later (yes, they slept the next 24 hours out), the grey brown brother gives the white brother a gentle headbutt, and when he stands up, he is again the guiding light. He lets his brother eat first, he scouted around for good place. He dug a hole in my books’ box and they both call it their cave. They could have just asked, but cats have it their way.

When I changed the white brother’s bandage, he stood near. Wherever the white brother wants to go, he is there to lean on, to tip the balance back where it belongs.

Rumi asked God: “My heart is so small, it’s almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it?”

“Look,” He answered, “Your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.”

There is no need for bigger eyes, if just small world of small cats can teach me about love and life then all the excess of man made wisdom. These cats’ heart are small, but light, human’s heart is so big and deep, they are more often dark.

Josie

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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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