She was named “Momma Cat” in an astonishing lack of creativity by her owner.
After the unexpected death of her former owner, she ended up here with us.
She is ancient and frail and prone to seizures.
She loves the company of other felines and like the rest of us, is prone to wander.
The other night her wanderings had left her exhausted, dehydrated and hungry and I needed to get her back in the house to treat all three issues.
I went to lift her up, touched the wrong spot, and she bit my finger.
To the bone.
Worst cat bite I’ve ever had…and I’ve had a bunch of them.
After doing some first aid on myself I managed to wrangle her back into the house and meet her needs.
The next day whilst making an appointment for a tetanus shot, the question arose in my mind…what if that had been a person who hurt me while I was trying to help them?
I might have retaliated physically.
I might have verbally assaulted them.
I would not have resumed trying to meet their needs.
They would no longer be allowed proximity to me.
My love for them may have ended with their decision to hurt me.
The truth is that this is not theoretical…I’ve been attacked many times by people when I was only trying to help.
So have you.
We cut those folks off and when it happens enough we stop trying to help anyone because we can still see and feel the scars from our previous interventions.
I had none of those thoughts about this little cat…I know she’s hurting and scared and when creatures are hurting and scared they hurt other creatures.
Just like we do.
Just like I do.
I didn’t have to forgive her because I didn’t take offense in the first place.
Love can’t be conditional on response to it.
We’ll compare scars when we get home.
Make your own application…