I came across a very sweet “cat’s prayer” on the site of a cool FL rescue group
It made me laugh and think of the cats in my life. How the way we treat and raise our cats changes how they treat us. How the raising goes both ways.
Toby with his insistent looks that communicate better than words whether “WTF was THAT???” at his first accidental glance of a new foster kitty, “Food, woman. I want some gorram food now” or my favorite “YOU’RE HOME!!!! My PERSON is HOME!!!!!”
That last one is usually accompanied by a highly-held, twitching tail and crazy amount of face and flank rubbing.
The last two stanzas seemed particularly apt:
Please protect me from the inhuman humans
who would hurt and torture me for their own amusement.
I am accustomed to your gentle touch and am not always suspicious
nor swift enough to avoid such malicious acts.
In my later years when my senses fail me
and my infirmities become too great to bear,
allow me the comfort and dignity that I desire for my closing days
and help me gently in my pain or passing.
Hear this prayer, my dear friend, my fate depends on you.
Their fates do depend on us. We’re their people. We’ve created a world where they can’t easily live on their own. We are their source of food, love, entertainment, and care. Children grow up and stand on their own two feet eventually. Cats and dogs? They need us desperately until the end. A coworker suggested Keen was surrendered because his family couldn’t bear the thought of watching him die (he is 15, most cats pass between 15 and 20, he has a few years left on him). I hope that wasn’t the reason because, to me, a cat who has given you 15 years of love and affection, deserves familiar love and affection when it is his time to pass on from this world. Who else will he wait for on the other side?
Btw, the photo at the top is LeCat–a 14 year old previous foster who now is living the good life with an awesome woman in DC.