All creatures great and small

 Many people think that they have to do something extraordinary to make a difference but don’t realise that they have the power to touch someone’s life every day.  This is why I have the utmost admiration for the many kind souls out there who in their own simple way are making the world a better place, a warmer place, a kinder place.  This evening, I bumped into some aunties who feed strays in their neighbourhood.  They told me that the handsome ginger cat I was playing with was injured as somebody had kicked him.  As I stroked his head, he looked up at me with gentle, trusting eyes.  It was hard to believe this was the same cat who was fed poison some months ago.  Lucky for him, the aunties found him, rushed him to the vet and spent more than $1,000 on his medical bills.  The beautiful, black cat who was lying nearby recently had hot water poured on her.  What drives people to pick on and abuse defenseless creatures?  Someone who deserves to rot in hell, that’s for sure.  But I would like to think and pray that for every sicko out there, our strays are blessed by many more ordinary people who take the trouble to care.   

Stray Cat

Dear God, please send me somebody who’ll care.
I’m so tired of running and sick with despair.
My body is aching and filled with such pain;
And dear God I pray, as I run in the rain
That someone will love me and give me a home,
A warm cozy bed, and food of my own.
My last owner left me alone in the yard…
I watched as they moved, and God that was hard.
So I waited a while, then went on my way
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now, God, I’m so tired and hungry and cold;
And I’m so afraid that I’ll never grow old.
They’ve chased me with sticks and hit me with straps
While I run the streets just looking for scraps.
I’m not really bad, God, please help if you can,
For I have become just a “Victim of Man.”
I’m wormy, dear God, and I’m ridden with fleas;
And all that I want is an Owner to please.
If you find one for me, God, I’ll try to be good.
I won’t scratch the carpet; I’ll do as I should.
I’ll love them, play with them, and try to obey.
I will be so grateful if they’ll let me stay.
I don’t think I’ll make it too long on my own,
‘Cause I’m getting weak and I’m so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
‘Cause I’m so afraid, God, that I’m gonna die.
I’ve got so much love and devotion to give
That I should be given a new chance to Live.
So dear God, please hear me, please answer my prayer,
And send me somebody who will REALLY care.

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