I made a commitment to write every day and it is now 10:30pm my time in Belize, and the day has flown by. It is wild to me, how days here seem so slow and yet whiz by all at the same time. Even after living here for two years now, I still haven’t gotten quite used to this paradoxical relationship with time.
As I lay on my side, writing this, here on the chaise lounge chair that is my sort-of couch, a sweet cat, Fabio, is purring contentedly nestled up against the small of my back. I recently adopted him and another cat, CiCi from the animal shelter here. Each day they are getting more and more comfortable with me, although CiCi is still highly skittish and jumps and runs at the slightest noises.
I had adopted a kitten, RJ, a few months back, but sadly, he was killed in my own yard by a boa constrictor snake. I had never seen a big snake in my yard, but this one day, little RJ ran right out the door as I was leaving to run errands, and I could not coax him back in. I figured I was just going to be gone for a couple hours, so he would be fine. When I returned and called for him and he did not come running up, I knew something was wrong. RJ would always come running whenever I called him. I waited a while thinking maybe he had just wandered far off, but in my gut, I knew something was wrong. I called again and still he did not come, so I decided to go look for him. As I walked out the back door, my eyes were drawn to his favorite bougainvillea bush where he loved to hide and watch lizards, iguanas, and birds. And it was there, that I saw with horror, he was being eaten by the snake. I did not realize that I lived in such a dangerous area for little RJ as there are quite a few bigger cats that roam the neighborhood. I knew it would be unsafe at night and never let him go out anywhere even close to dusk, but I had no clue it would be dangerous for him in the middle of the day. It was heartbreaking for him to die that way. And I had to struggle with knowing that the snake was just being a snake and eating to survive. There was no malice or evil intent in the snake. But, sadly for me, it was my four-legged furry friend who ended up being the snake’s meal.
I still cry sometimes. That little fur ball worked his way deep into my heart in a very short period of time. I waited a little while until the gripping grief had passed through, and then, just a few days ago, adopted these two older cats. I know kittens are easier for the shelter to adopt out because they are just so darn cute, so I figured, I would adopt two older cats. This way they might also be safer having each other to watch out for one another, plus being bigger, might not be so curious and go up to something like a snake.
So Fabio sits here curled up contentedly next to me as CiCi hangs out in “their” room which she spends a lot of time in only venturing out little bits at a time as she gets over her nerves. I hope before too long, she will feel safe enough to adopt me in return. These two are so sweet together when they curl up next to each other to sleep; they always lick each other first and just purr and purr. They bring me such delight. I can only hope that I bring them whatever version of that is equivalent in kitty world.
Well, it is almost 11pm now, so I will sign off, so that I can post this and still make it in time for my daily writing commitment.
For the love of animals, please consider adopting companion animals if you have not already done so. And also, please consider at the very least reducing how many animals you eat for food (I encourage people to go Joyoulsy Vegan!! : ) but at the very least, please reduce the amount of animals you eat for food. It makes a HUGE difference for the Earth, water and energy consumption, and myriad other things—including the animals!!
Thanks and Love,