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Point Cruelty and comfort in stray cats lives
By JONI WOELFEL
It was cold and rainy outside. As I
switched on the light to check our cats food dish, a stray stared back at
me, paused for flight, but still eating hungrily. All winter, these cats have
found their way to us. They are bedraggled, thin and mistrusting. Some migrate
down from the town dumpster, some get lost from having traveled too far from
surrounding farm homes, and others are just dumped off, discarded when no
longer wanted.
At present we have four stray cats: a pair of striking tortoise
shell-colored ones and two others who think they live here, which they do,
though it was their idea and not ours. Foxy came as a kitten, angora gray with
a white ruff, and as afraid and hungry as a cat can get. Starvation will always
trump fear. Foxy was soon eating out of our cat dish. It takes about two months
for a cat who has known terror to trust. Thats about how long it took
Foxy, who now spends his days gazing attentively into our house through the
window, finding pleasure in our presence.
Louis is a sleek, black tomcat with yellow eyes. Starvation
finally drove him to our porch. His leg was mangled completely raw to the white
bone. We set food out, and he would drag himself to it. Over time he grew fat.
Because of his gentlemanly ways, we began letting him into the house for
visits. I discovered he is de-clawed. That explained his many injuries. He
cant climb trees to protect himself from dogs and he cant hunt for
food.
In a short time I observed something disheartening about our
friendly pair of Siamese housecats. When Louis comes in the house, they chase
him. They dont get violent but they bully him. Louis cant defend
himself, and I think they sense this and take advantage of it. However, with
persistence on my part, they are learning to get along better and at least
tolerate each other.
I often see the psychology of human nature played out in the daily
lives of our strays. I see the yearning for a place to belong, the need for
safety. I see how starvation, whether physical or of the soul, acts as a
driving force and I see the boldness that can result from it, along with the
desperation of doing things that are otherwise not natural acts. When I think
of the wars in the world and what these do to people, I dont have to look
further than our cat dish to understand the basic principles of those who have
and those who dont, of those who must defend, who must fight to survive
and, most sadly, of the bullies who have no concept of the plights or rights of
others.
I hold these things to my heart. The cruelty in the world pains
me. It makes me want to seek shelter because I fear it, both for myself and for
others. But when I take in the joy of Foxy, sunning himself on top of an old
soda pop carton, I know it is because of our efforts. Foxy knows hes safe
and doesnt have to worry about the future.
My prayer is that all human beings can come to an understanding of
how much difference small acts of kindness can make in the world, that we
should not throw stones at each other. My prayer too is for recognition that
being a peacemaker and protector on all levels is the highest calling there
is.
Joni Woelfel is the author of Tall in Spirit and The
Light Within (ACTA Publications).
National Catholic Reporter, April 5,
2002
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