Dear Humans: A Stray Cat’s Open Letter

My Cat, safe and sound atop her living quarters

 

I am just but one of the many wandering furry souls in your village, and every day, together with the other furry creatures in the neighborhood, we roam up and down your winding streets, climb your trees and your rooftops.

Day and night, we tread, or creep along the many crooks and crevices of this tiny conclave of yours, hoping that I and my fellow felines may be taken in, and become part of your homes.

This mission of seeking homes that can shelter and feed and care for us may take a lifetime, but still we are happy with our fate, happy we populate this place along with you, dear humans.

So at night, we may bother your peace with our caterwauling, as we exchange notes with cat friends, or safeguard our respective territories from our enemies, lurking within the shadows of your own apartments and houses.

We have nine lives, you humans say that about us.

Thus, we have somehow made your streets, or your vacant lots or even your gardens and yards as our home as well, as much as you fiercely shove us away and leave us to the harsh elements of nature and evil ways of some of your specie.

We have no choice, and we are possessed with a strange resilience in order to adapt to the way you have been treating us so callously, like garbage strewn carelessly on the roads or canals.

Sometimes, we don’t bother to give you time to let us in – you wouldn’t so anyway.

Thus, we just jump right onto your terraces, or backyards – just for a chance, if any, to have a taste of some left-over morsel from your kitchen or dining tables, to appease the raging famine we suffer from, each day of our pitiful lives, and find ourselves some shelter from the heat, or rain, or cold.

We cannot even find a bowl of fresh water waiting for us at your doorstep or yard for us to sip in order to quench the deep thirst in our parched tongues and throats.

So we have no choice but destroy your plants to squeeze off some of the bitter juice from the leaves and stems…to give us momentary relief from the scorching heat of the summer sun.

As we mark each day of our sojourn in this place called Earth, we look up to the heavens above to guide our steps. Perhaps, we are made to scavenge, until some of you, my dear humans, may find it in your heart to love us, as much as we yearn to be cared for, to be pet, to let us belong.

And until you do, this is how we survive, looking for morsels among your rubbish. If only these ornamental plants and trees were made for us to eat – but they are not.

They poison our intestines, little by little, in the way they slowly poison our view about you – selfish, cruel, indifferent humans – You, who are supposed to be stewards of God’s creations, and that includes us, felines and canines, and all the winged little creatures that chirp beautiful melodies as they fly about your homes.

You may think we cannot feel sad, but we do.

Now my face is wet with tears, bitter sad tears at the thought of my poor dear mama who just brought me and my sibling kittens out into this cruel dangerous world – for she too has to go about the daily grind of scouring for food and water as she struggles to keep flesh and bones together. And there’s no milk in her to feed us.

And while doing this, she must also fend off any advances from the ferocious among our specie.

I envy particularly one of us, stray cats. She has been taken in by one of you, a kind heart, because my friend was wise enough to catch the lady’s eyes, hold her gaze with her own eyeballs popping out while her tongue licked the sides of her dry mouth. Such awful hungry picture she made that right away melted that person’s reserve.

So she is in a better place now, my furry friend – off the streets – and living in a multi-tiered shoe rack her lady owner has generously given as her living quarters, right in front of her doorstep, with clean rugs to warm and cushion her soft fluffy body.

I know my friend’s owner has no option but shoo me away each time – after I have gobbled up my friend’s left-over pellets, and laddled some drink from her bowl of fresh water.

Yes, her owner allows me to do so, knowing how famished and thirsty I always am.

Yet, she has to shoo me away for her next door neighbor, ‘Mrs. So-and-so,’ the little fly in my furry friend’s owner’s little patch of paradise, always peeks at her window, willing me and my friend, with her sinister look, to run away — for she hates our guts – hates the very sight of us.

Like most of you who hate us so much that you can easily throw us away from your homes, without even bothering to spare a dropping or two of food – and so we – we pathetically wonder why oh why?!

My Challenge and Suggestion

Now my dear humans, may I then suggest that you no longer let my specie to grow exponentially – if you cannot have the compassion to care for us. Please!

It is not within our means or nature to do so, to stop our specie from growing. But you, my dear humans, have been gifted with brains, and brawns and I suppose – a heart within the very core of each of you.

Either more of you start caring for us, adopt us into your homes, so you can bring us to the doctor and he/she can do something to stop us from having more litters. In time, I guarantee you will thank us for the joy of having us around. Promise.

Or, for those who cannot stand having my specie within breathing distance, you can gather us all in your village hall, call some volunteer veterinarians to spay our females, and neuter the males among us. Please!

Much Thanks,

Abandoned Cat, Waiting for Home…

 

Image shows my adopted cat, Muning, erstwhile stray
 
I wish to acknowledge the writing prompt : The Art of an Open Letter

Destiny

Once there were two people, a boy and a girl, who met in the river of time…it was a ‘relationship by fate’, destined to meet because there was a reason for it. Thus, started their journey of knowing each other a little better each day. Times when the sailing was just fine, the weather was fair. Times when they had to cross rough seas and there would be tension and sometimes, fear. However, sincerity of heart prevailed and flew her sails and quietly, friendship came over to them with smiles, laughters and words. Everything changed. Day by day, understanding became deeper and acceptance became full. Times when words were left unspoken, yet both could discern what the other would like to share. It seemed their thoughts were synchronized. The sun was shining.

Their friendship was truly invaluable and genuine; both expressed the wish for this to endure the passage of time. It was tinged with sadness though because soon they would have to part when they reached the port. Both would have to go on without the other. Thus, sometimes, her tears would flow in the darkness. It was destined to be so.

Their friendship was truly invaluable, genuine and mysterious. One day, the need to express their care in a special way surged between them and they sealed their bond with a kiss. It was wonderful and sweet. There were other kisses as well as hugs, too, all sweet and tantalizing. Yes, tantalizing. Perhaps it was really such that unknowingly and naturally, if there was pure affection, it would want to find some physical manifestation and they became close. Now she feared this. She did not want to destroy what they had; it was a treasure she would always cherish for a lifetime…she wanted some beautiful memories to live by when they would be gone from each other.

It was a moonlit night. She was sad, afraid, and she cried. In the end, she believed he was truly a very good person, with a pure heart and soul. She remained hopeful he would not lose respect and admiration, and their affection would stay sweet; their friendship would last.

There was a rainbow in the sky.

Now she knew how it was to be truly loved with a pure heart, deep affection and great respect. For that, she was truly grateful.

Dreams are free…so she allowed herself this beautiful chance to live out her deep desire and hope, even if everything seemed impossible. At least she could hope and hold on to her dream.

Today, there was sunshine. Tomorrow might rain. Hence, in her sleep, she found herself not alone. Just like the stream that flows onto the river and cascade as one; just as the flower petals open up to the kiss of the sun.

 –Marichu

 

My first try at story-telling — it tells of the uncertainty of young love. I posted this for the first time at another writing site, Writing.com. I go by the  name Mayflower (Marichu), and username, Summerblossom.