The Kitten Invasion

It feels weird to have both the time to sit down and write again. Not when the world is in upheaval. Not when there are still babies in captivity, stripped away from their mommies.

Finding the courage to write, to put thought to paper, has been difficult this past month. (Yes, that’s how long it has been since H@mas stole away so many lives with their heinous cruelty.)

How can I write when the world is not whole? When so many lives, families, are broken? When the nations rage against Israel?

How do we go on?

We don’t.

To move on, to go on, without them would be to accept the evil which ripped the captives away, and that is not something we nor I can tolerate. The hostages must be brought back home.

Yet, in the midst of such sorrow, there was a moment of joy for me last week.

Wednesday, whilst my husband walked me to my car, a litter of kittens swarmed us. Within minutes, I had them bundled up and inside our home. Someone had abandoned them outside, and for those of you who follow me on Instagram, you know I live by a somewhat wooded area. (It’s part of the historical trails of the original settlers who crossed through Kansas City on their way West, whether to Santa Fe, Oregon, or beyond, but I digress…)

Obviously, I couldn’t leave them outside—not to freeze in one of the coldest weeks we’ve had this season—so I started the feat of trying to find shelter or a new home for these little kitties.

Remember: all life is sacred.

These kittens turned my life upside down. I still have the scratches on my arms, hands, and feet to prove it. By Sunday, they were all delivered to their new homes, and I miss them already. I bawled every time we met with the adopter and gave them their new furry family member. Had I the means and ability, I would have kept them all, or at the very least two.

Still…during those times when I held them as they slept in my arms or lap, I found myself grateful for the distraction from the outside world, grateful for a channel to share the love I have within me.

I have written before how we INFJs despise wasting love, but the thing is, love is never wasted.

Cherishing those kittens for the few days we had them reminded me of that.

So love one another. Cherish the people in your lives. Let them know how much they mean to you. Don’t hold onto your anger. Stay vigilant and fight the evil threatening to kill our joy, our love, by being proud of who you are. It is only by being faithful to ourselves, faithful to love those around us, we will defeat this terror and live to enjoy another day.

Shalom 💜