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‘Wow! You’re so gorgeous!’

The words really came out of my mouth like that.  Well, it was more an exclaimed whisper than a shout.

For perhaps two or three weeks, I have increasingly seen a new cat in the neighborhood.  It’s a large feline, certainly bigger than Kazon in height and perhaps equal or thereabouts in length, and also as solid as Grendel were the in-house sponge on a proportionally larger frame.  Having glimpsed this sizable and furtive predator skulking usually at early hours or in small glances at the last minute, I’ve not had much chance to see it clearly.  I assumed it was perhaps tortoiseshell in color based on these inconsequential encounters.  It appeared to be healthy (certainly not thin by any stretch of the imagination, but not overly plump either).  It’s tall, perhaps taller than any of my cats.  That’s all I could come up with.  I simply hadn’t seen it clearly enough to know more.  Until today.

I stepped outside just a few minutes ago and froze.  Something large and dark moved before I noticed it, and then it froze and became nearly invisible in my peripheral vision.  It took me a moment to locate the cat in the speckled sunlight that now trickled into the area around my patio.  It took me longer than it should have just to realize it had been sitting there eating some of the food I’d put out earlier to augment what was left from breakfast for Vazra‘s lady friend Larenti (more on her in a forthcoming post).  Whatever large beast now lurked in the mostly shadowed world a short distance away yet beyond the fence’s horizon had absolute control of the situation with stealth that, even after being identified, continued making it difficult to see clearly with my sunglasses on.  So I took them off.

Without my shades, I was increasingly aware the creature had perfect camouflage for its current environment hidden behind bushes on one side, a latticework fence on the other, and a tree blocking most of the sun.  There it stood.  It was a large and exquisitely beautiful cat standing just a few paces from the pile of food sitting on the concrete lip at the edge of the patio.  That’s where Vazra’s friend has grown accustomed to eating, so that’s where the food always is.  I wondered at this new visitor as I calmly said things like “It’s okay” and “You go ahead and eat that” and other drivel.  In fact, I’d swear that cat shook its head for the briefest of moments as any condescending person would.  It said: “Uh-uh.  Don’t do that.  Don’t embarrass yourself.”  I did anyway.

And it worked.  The cat turned and carefully stepped back to the pile of kibble and, with one last serious look at me to ensure I’d not fooled it and was now on the attack, it knelt down completely and again enjoyed the healthy food.  I wasn’t sure exactly how feral it might be, so to help it I stepped in the opposite direction while more cooing gushed from my open lips.  Why were they flapping like this…  I promise I got another look that said I was the most retarded and simple-minded animal this predator had ever seen.  Afterward, it went back to eating.  I continued to stare.  I also got the message and squelched my infantile gibberish (although I did not completely silence it).  The cat went on eating.

The more I looked at it, the more I realized this cat was colored exactly like Kako.  She’s a black tabby with duotone hair that is dark at the tips and almost white over the majority just below that.  It’s like ferret hair.  With a cat as small as Kako, that makes seeing her tabby stripes rather difficult.  She has to be turned just right, stretched just so, light falling on her just like this, and so on.  Experience helps me see her stripes more easily now.  With this large cat munching away on prescription cat food, they were far more obvious because they were drawn on a much larger canvas.

“Wow!  You’re so gorgeous!”  The words were hoarse in my throat, a whisper turned guttural from too much force.  Like faked sickness.  After that, all I could do was stare at it.  In response, the kitty ate and ate.  When I decided to slip back inside so it could eat in peace, it watched me carefully while demonstrating a bit more comfort by not stoppin’ the scarfin’.  I was happy it was at least comfortable enough with me to let me approach that short distance so I could step back through the doors to the bedroom.

I have to get photos and hope I can capture the wonder of the thing.  Mighty fine animal, that one!  Yes sirree!  Yessiree!

This angers me to no end

It made me cry.  It made me mad.  It strengthened my growing conviction to make all future employment mean something more than just supporting an arbitrary and selfish corporation interested only in what it can do for itself.  It is this about a cat:

This Persian was dumped onto Sharifah by someone who said he found her in a lift in Marine Parade. The rescuer was uncontactable [sic] after that.
Phyllis took the cat in and the Vet said this was not a young cat as thought but a very old cat with just a few teeth left. She was given the name Paula by Sharifah.
Paula was showered with lots of tender loving care. A kind person called JM is sponsoring the boarding fees and the vet fees as well.
Recently she has stopped eating.
Dr Robin Au saw her and administered an injection. He felt she was nearing the end of the road as a result of her age and chronic neglect.
She is now sleeping most of the time and she is comfortable. She is surrounded by people who love her and the sound of chanting from a CD player. The loss of desire for food is natural during dying.
You can send her your love during your quiet time.
You may also visualize her in a meditation practice called Loving-Kindness or Metta Meditation.

See the previous post about Paula here from just after she was rescued.  It includes a video of her.

In addition, you can see photos of her here and here.

Go now.  Read the previous post.  Look at the pictures and video.  Do it, goddamnit!

Now let me express a few things.

This is why I saved Vazra.  He deserves better.

This is why Kako and Kazon are both rescues.  It didn’t matter how much work or money would be expended on them; they deserved at least that much.  To live.

This is why Grendel and Loki are the last of my adoptions.  I will only do rescues from this point forward.  Can anyone give me a reason why all shouldn’t be offered a chance?  To live?

It is by the response to things like this that I judge people.  Did it make you weep?  Did it make you pause and consider how you might make a difference for the creatures given far less consideration than humans?  Especially considering how little consideration is given to humans?  Did it make you feel something strong enough to be important?  Did it make you want to help, even if you already knew such help could not save this life?  Even if such help could only make the last few days more comfortable without any other reward for yourself?

Let me finish with the words of the Buddha as quoted in the first link above (Sutta Nipata I.8 : Karaniya Metta Sutta):

This is what should be done
By one who is skilled in goodness,
And who knows the path of peace:
Let them be able and upright,
Straightforward and gentle in speech.
Humble and not conceited,
Contented and easily satisfied,
Unburdened with duties and frugal in their ways.
Peaceful and calm, and wise and skillful,
Not proud and demanding in nature.
Let them not do the slightest thing
That the wise would later reprove.
Wishing: In gladness and in safety,
May all beings be at ease.
Whatever living beings there may be;
Whether they are weak or strong, omitting none,
The great or the mighty, medium, short or small,
The seen and the unseen,
Those living near and far away,
Those born and to-be-born –
May all beings be at ease.
Let none deceive another,
Or despise any being in any state.
Let none through anger or ill-will
Wish harm upon another.
Even as a mother protects with her life
Her child, her only child,
So with a boundless heart
Should one cherish all living beings;
Radiating kindness over the entire world:
Spreading upwards to the skies,
And downwards to the depths;
Outwards and unbounded,
Freed from hatred and ill-will.
Whether standing or walking, seated or lying down
Free from drowsiness,
One should sustain this recollection.
This is said to be the sublime abiding.
By not holding to fixed views,
The pure-hearted one, having clarity of vision,
Being freed from all sense-desires,
Is not born again into this world.

And you wonder why Buddhism is the only philosophy comparable to and greater than any religion for which I have far more than just an appreciable level of respect…  It doesn’t focus on what is best for you.  It focuses on what is best.