The Devil and Miss Prym

“When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.”

So, let’s start with USD 150. It was supposed to go to the credit card. Then, I will be on the right track for the remaining USD 125 out of our USD 450 mortgage. The job schedule is all set, after USD 450 mortgage it will be USD 200 loan, and then we have a bit of breathing space about a week toward the end of the month.

And then, the USD 150 that was supposed to give us in a good start got stolen; embezzled, whatever the name, and like the rest of the world would have it, the whole case will drag everybody to the middle of everywhere doing everything.

If luck would have it, though I know I don’t have much talent in luck, the money will come back in the far future, but for the time being, the credit card needs to be paid.

So I have to work extra for another USD 150, at the time I should be going after the USD 125. Mortgage cannot be delayed, so I have to work extra when I should be working for the loan, and loan will incur charges if not paid in time, even when the world will come to an end, so I have to work extra on that too.

All the breathing space that promised to come toward the end of the month? I planned to work extra during that time too, so I can repair the cattery window where the netting is already full of tempting holes.

At the other side of that large window is a sewer line, where our late Wizard will go to chase butterflies, but there are also barbed wire, glass shards, and many other protective measure that our neighbors installed to ward off robbers.

Everybody knows cats are a master escapist. Nothing can hinder them. Everybody knows cats are so masterful they can cross some mine field with their eyes closed.

But everybody also knows they spend their nine lives too easily, even though they know it will break their human’s heart into pieces.

Hence, it is imperative that I fix that window immediately before some curiosity kill some cats.

That breathing space has gone now. All the plans, all the thoughts, all the intentions, boom, poof, gone.

But then, as long as there is a will, there will be a way.

Just like tropical cyclone Maria, that spread her arms and hugged Bandung highland all the way from her sitting above Philippines. It’s skillet hot during the day but freezing by dusk. Sometimes the sun shines so bright but it’s not the sun for us. It’s the fridge’s light, because it’s still freezing at noon and fog lingers all day long.

It’s usually 17 – 24 C (62 – 75 F) at night, but in the past week, it’s 15 C (59 F) for us.

The whole bunch of babies that crumpled themselves together on my only heating pad got runny nose anyway, even when the heating pad never turned off. The grandpapas and retired kings got their stuffy nose obviously, and the ran over little kitty who have only tasted healing got cramps on his little limbs almost every night.

Baby Kai has all his older brothers and sisters surrounding him but he went sneezy eventually.

Purrcy has his calicivirus coming back, Julia has her green snot all over. I know where Vera is even without looking because her chronic pneumonia makes her snorts like a hog every two seconds.

So how am I supposed to work extra, if I can’t even leave the house without worrying someone is going to die on me?

“In the first place, you shouldn’t believe in promises. The world is full of them: the promises of riches, of eternal salvation, of infinite love. Some people think they can promise anything, others accept whatever seems to guarantee better days ahead…”

“It was all a matter of control. And Choice.
Nothing more, nothing less”

I know it’s impossible to rely on donations. I also know that if I stay away from the page, the donations stay away from us. I can’t be at two places at one time.

So I hauled my knapsack and shovel and pickax and the one ring and walk to Mordor. I don’t have my Fellowship, but if I do, I hope they take care of my page for me, and keep the cats fed and warm.

I was betting on the fact that people were basically good, despite all the Evil in the world.

And to those who take the bet and win it for me, thank you.

~ Josie

paypal.me/whiskerssyndicate

“When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.”

“In the first place, you shouldn’t believe in promises. The world is full of them: the promises of riches, of eternal salvation, of infinite love. Some people think they can promise anything, others accept whatever seems to guarantee better days ahead…”

“It was all a matter of control. And Choice.
Nothing more, nothing less”

The Devil And Miss Prym, is a novel by Paulo Coelho, published in year 2000

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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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