What we do not see, what most of us never suspect of existing, is the silent but irresistible power which comes to the
rescue of those who fight on in the face of discouragement. (Napolean Hill)
…the silent but irresistible power…
Isn’t that lovely? We need to be rescued. And we need to be rescuers. The girls and I got to experience that today.
We are Humane Society fanatics. Sometimes we visit the place just to ooh and aah, but this past week (after months of me promising and not delivering) we actually paid a deposit, waited four excruciating days, and then (paid more and then) picked up the newest rescued animal in our family: Daphne.
She’s purred nonstop from the time we brought her in the house. She’s laid calmly on the laps of both the girls. She’s even used the litter box (Hallelujah)! So far, so good. She’s been rescued.
Jasmine, the feline we rescued over 3 years ago, is not quite so happy. She’s hissing, hiding, and generally just mad. (Apparently, she’s forgotten about that silent but irresistible power.) She doesn’t want to be rescued today. She just wants to be left alone.
Really, I’m not that different from either Daphne or Jasmine (and sometimes in the very same day!). Maybe that’s why I love cats: I need both – to rescue and to be rescued. And some days one is far harder than the other. Why is that? Why do we sometimes demand to be rescued – far more than is reasonable? And why, at other times, do we refuse it?
It’s worth pondering…
But for now, I’m going to just enjoy a 5-month old kitten sitting on my lap, shedding up a storm, and purring. At least today, we’re both rescued – and rescuers.
Prrrrrrrrrr.