Need a patch for the tire? In the middle of military compound where people go nowhere but passing by, he is your guy.

You cannot talk to him, he wouldn’t answer. Don’t be offended if all the way, he’ll be staring straight. He’s mute. He stares so intently to read your lips.

He has no access to education. Though our constitution mandates that a person like him be taken care of by the country, his sign is limited to “here”, “there” and “where”

So the story was lost to us, when we dropped by to pick up two dying kittens, lying on top of each other, right in the middle of a small post, where he bid on his life day in, day out as a humble foreman that patched a broken tire. How long have they been there, were they with a mother, or someone just dumped them out of nowhere?

We hold them dear, and turn back home; each with an apology to our employer as we are going to be late. When we passed the post one more time, it was just as quiet as his world like ever before.

We had those with the names of teas, so one of the two with black patches will be Arabica, and the other one with medium roast fur is Robusta.

Whether there be funds, or whether there be not, we have patches in our hands for their tired early life. A little bit of extra tuna, a little bit more of love, a little bit more of all we can give, all we can have.

The biggest hole, though, was that they had panleukemia.

What patch we have to give them the chance in surviving that black hole, we give. The medicines, pile of antibiotics. All the aggressiveness we were told to fight with. All the promise that if we can hold them off for just one minute over six days, they might survive.

On the sixth day today, Arabica said ‘bye’, Robusta said ‘hi’; and they part ways as we take turns holding them in our arms.

Today forward Robusta will walk through a new long journey patching remains of his illness; a journey to recovery; while Arabica will walk beside him with the wings he chose so he can protect his brother.

Today forward, we will walk through a new long journey, paving the way for a kitten, and giving him a chance to live as he should.

Today forward, we hope that you will walk with us one more time, to the day when Robusta will stand on his own and choose his way.

~ 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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