Life is simple.

Life is simple.

Like the sun that rises every morning and sets every dusk, like the sea rushing to the shore, that then runs back to the ocean.

Life is simple.

Like a message buried in the overflowing emails in my inbox. Like the short sentences made by every other, about a cat thrown away, or a cat unwanted, or a cat found, and needed to be taken over.

Life is simple.

Like that little voice behind my head, whispering that there was more to that particular one, like the courage that suddenly emboldened me to make the call.

It was a young man who runs a printing business, riding home after an extended day. It was tiny meows that he could not just ignore. It was the call of compassion that leapt his legs into rice field to find a box with three newborn kittens, left without their mother. It was his fear that they won’t fare well if a slithering snake would pass by and find dinner.

It was Sunday morning when everyone take time for themselves, or with family. It was Sunday morning when I rode with Sheilla to a newly opened area in town, bordering the green green grass of the countryside that will soon find themselves demolished for the life of a city.

He told us there was one of the three who seemed unwell and wouldn’t wait. He told us he did what he could, because pet supplies closed at night, and he has no skill, no knowledge with him to fight for the babies, but to keep them warm and safe until he can find someone who can.

Life is simple.

The strong will flourish, and the weak will perish; but it was the smallest, the weakest and the sickliest of them all who persisted.
One infection after another, one defect after another, one challenge after another. Sometimes she wins, sometimes she lost.

To the battle with persistent bacteria that keeps on infecting her eyes, she had to give it in. There is time when one should lose the battle to win the war. She lost her eyes so she can keep her life.

Life is simple.

Like the darkness that surrounds her, but keeping her heart light. Wake up to the smell of freshly cooked food in the morning. Racing to the bowl to get the first bite of milk and cheese. Laying down with full tummy and find that spot just a little bit to the right that felt warmer than the other.

Life is simple.

Like an inexplicable burst of energy whenever she hears a bottle seal peeled off. Like the rush of blood that spring her to life, and chase, chase, chase! until she grabs hold of our hand which keep whatever it was that she took from our hands, or hangs on to our legs until we relent and give her her treasure.

Life is simple.

Like the laughter when we watch her play blind soccer, no matter how gloomy or long our day was. Like the satisfaction of chasing and been chased, with face so full of brightness, even though her world is nothing but the dark.

Life is simple.

Like knowing she will run to us whenever we call her the name we gave her after that young gentleman she would never see. Like shouting “Lee Ann!” and find her peeking from uncanny places; on top of a kitchen cabinet even! How did she climb? But there she is, like a lion, like a champion.

Life is simple.

There were so many things along the journey; so many we cannot believe it was less than a year. Some truly nice, some absolutely not.

Life is simple.

Like Lee Ann taking life one day at a time. Like us taking each challenge as it comes.

Life is simple.

Like hoping for the best while doing the utmost

~ 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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