It Really Wasn't About The Cat - Yet It Was

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This husband and I…

Pulled into the parking area for the hotel behind the Alamo and what to our wondering eyes did we see?…

A kitty…a tiny orange kitty…a tiny, scruffy, orange kitty licking something off the pavement near a discarded McDonald’s bag…

And the heart of this old gal hurt…

Took our bags to the room and went back out…searched the area…found no sight of the poor little thing…made a plan to check again in the morning…

And there it was, wrestling with a piece of dried pizza three times its size, in a corner, by a filth laden garbage dumpster…

And the heart of this old gal broke…

This was the straw…the proverbial straw…this starving tattered little babe pushed kitty lover me over the edge…

Wanted to cry…curl up in a ball and cry…pound fists on the legs and cry…collapse to the ground and cry…

But it really wasn’t about the cat…
Yet it was…

It was the struggle, the unfairness, the feeling of helplessness…

It really wasn’t about the cat…
Yet it was…

The inequity, the pain, the overwhelming sense of hopelessness…

It really wasn’t about the cat…
Yet it was…

The innocent, the forsaken, everything out there lost and alone…

It really wasn’t about the cat…
Yet it was…

And so it is…in life…you hit rock bottom…can’t take another step…reach out…grab a hand…move forward…

Which broken hearted kitty loving me did…that husband and I finding an HEB, buying kitten food and a dish for water vowing to do whatever we can to make this world…a better place…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…