We ended up spending the whole night to give four and a half kittens another chance; but even though they are still hissing at us until today, it’s all worth it.
It was a quiet day after a long weekend. One day for the general elections, the other four for Easter. It has become a customary for brands and eatery to offer discounts for voters, and every one went out to enjoy the opportunity, once every five years.
Us? We fill our holiday grabbing whatever jobs we can hold for the extra money.
By the hospital parking lot after we tend to our little colony, we only have half opened eye and a bunch of slumping bones, too ready to give in. We still have two places left to go: one is a lone tom cat with disabled leg; one other is our beds.
There we saw a mother watching her four kittens, wiggling carefree just at the edge by the curb. They are just four weeks old, or a few days more, she is just four months old, or a few weeks more. She is a kitten herself, instead she is a mother.
We knew she was dumped, because a mother with kittens that young wouldn’t expose her litter in an open, wide, sleepless street. We knew she was dumped, because a veteran, or at least a regular street cat, wouldn’t so readily accept a coming human.
We knew that if we didn’t do anything, sooner than later, they will all end grisly.
So we parked our motorcycle, and while Sheilla ran around collecting scattered babies, I approached the mother, and kept her in my jacket. We rode as if all hell broke loose on our rear.
We provided them a makeshift baby bed, towels and blanket. We fed the mother, we medicate one of the babies who contracted Chlamydia.
Then we rode back, and get our duty done; it was two am when we called it a day.
I would love it so much, if I can just flop on the bed and wake up a bit late; but we have to drag ourselves out and cope with all the shenanigans life throws at us.
Still, whenever our brain cramped, our body whine, we look at their pictures, wherever we are. They are why we became a rescuer. They are the reason we keep trying; they are the answer to our hearts that keep on calling.
It might take a lifetime, or few years more; but once upon a time, America, England, Europe thought animals are things. There were the days when they treated animals while denying their rights.
But if we do not give up we might stand a chance. One life after another, we become the change we want to see in this world. One life after another, we will pave the way to those who one day follow our lead.
One life after another, there will be no other four and a half kittens.
One life after another, there will be happily ever after.