I have a homeless kitty that lives in my backyard. A victim of the mortgage crisis and bad owners, he was left on the street in my neighborhood when his owners were evicted from their house. He had a sister, who I rushed to the all night emergency room in Las Vegas one night when she was hit by a car in front of my house. Now he is alone, and has taken up residency in my backyard.
He is a beautiful animal. White and blue-gray, thick haired and well nourished. I put food and water out for him and my neighbor has a nightly milk bowl. But he won't let me near him. He's afraid of humans, and I don't blame him, after being put out as a baby to fend for himself.
|My princess DeeDee|
But for some reason, they treat homeless kitty differently. It's as if they have adopted him, invited him into their home, and welcomed him with open paws. Why is that?
I have seen pets do some amazing things, and I know everyone else has a story or two. But I think that my animals are exhibiting a trait that many would call a 'human trait'. Compassion. I think in their animal world, they appreciate the loving home they have and are willing to share a small piece of it with another that has been cast out.
Following their example, I have decided to make homeless kitty my project for the summer. It's going to get very hot soon, and I would rather him come inside during the day with the others. I know once I name him, he becomes mine, so I'm sticking with homeless kitty for now. Maybe my Elly Mae instincts will prevail and I can get him to trust humans again and can find him a good home. I hope so.
This morning, I walked onto the back patio and saw homeless kitty snuggled up between my Shar-pei and the Yorkie, while Mr. Kitty patrolled the yard.
I had to smile. My pets have chosen to welcome a homeless animal into their world and in doing so, have reminded me to be a little more 'human' as I go through my day.
Helping another that is down on their luck is a beautiful thing, even if they are a little different than you.