Down by a corner of the gas station, he sat on his side, waiting.

Waiting for the mother whose face he would never recognize, waiting for the touch of love he had never come to feel.

George Braille, second in his name, is six weeks old and is blind. We would never know whether he was born that way, or whether a bacterial infection, which so commonly attacks street cats in this town, damaged them beyond repair, or whether the darkness that befell him was a misfortune out of foul play.

What we knew is that he would never have survived too long out in the open, at the leg of that gas pump.

What he knew is that he had the touch of a foreign cat; though it must be not the smell he knows.

What he knew is that he had the bosom of a loving mother, though it was not the warmth he knows.

But if a kitten had a wish, he would want to wish his own mother. If a kitten had a way, he would cry day and night, calling and calling, waiting and waiting. He would stop and eat, he would fall asleep, he would try his best to follow too many different steps going all directions at the same time; and if one stops right before him, he would ask for the life he should have.

He would learn, eventually, that he will never have the life he should have. He would accept that his world is totally different, and it’s not just because it’s all dark. He would grow along many that have similar smell and one day, brave enough to mingle.

He would learn, eventually, that instead of a pinch on his neck, he has cradle and kisses.

He already learned that if he sit by our foot long enough, we’d give him a lift and carry him. He learned that although he loves fish, chicken can be nice at times. He learned that a fresh water is always ready, just a few steps to the north east.

He already learned which arms gives him a lift and carry him on her shoulder, and which other hands who hold him, carried him to a place called “studio” and let him draped over her thigh as the constant clacking sound would drift him to sleep.

He will learn, eventually, that love can come in many different vibes; and as long as he wants to see through it, his life will never feel 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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