Sunday, November 8, 2009
I was sitting outside on my porch tonight when I saw movement across the street...It was little Jacks the neighborhood cat walking along the sidewalk towards the house where he lives...I knew he wanted to get home so I didn't bother calling him over, but this is the sad part, he gets over to his house and he props himself onto his hind legs and scratches the front door and meows...no response from within, so he leaps onto a window sill and does the same thing...still no response. 15 minutes pass by and I just decided to call him over...he hears me and he makes the slow short walk of about 30 yards over to my house and trots onto my front porch. I was so happy to see him, it had been about 5 days! He looked very hungry and thirsty so I call out to my hubby who was right inside the house to fetch him some food and water. A moment later, my hubby hands me the essentials for little jacks to nourish himself with. He gets right to eating and after eating some of his food, he hangs out with me and purrs thankfully and rubs up on my legs. What a sweet little guy he is, but at the same time I am sad because I know his owner doesn't feed him as much as he needs, let alone give him water. Jacks is a brown and white lanky cat with his ribs showing and whenever i caress his backside, I can feel every little bump along his spine. All that poor creature needs is love and attention and food. I sure gave him what he needed. Poor little fella. I was always told to be kind to those in need, to me that includes animals that need someone. Jacks souly depends on the kindness of his neighbors, and he now knows that whenever he visits, he will get fed and recieve love and attention. Jacks decided to rest on my soft doormat tonight, which he is more than welcome to...I gave him a tender kiss on the top of his weary head and bid him a goodnight. Jacks is my new little companion, and I thank God for little miracles like this.