I’ve been told by everyone in my “safety” that I won’t be allowed to live with them. And why? Because of Mario. My little cat Mario is the one element that seems to turn everyone away. I rescued this cat, just when I needed something to rescue, just when I needed something and someone to rely on. I’ve had moments where there wasn’t enough food for me, but I made damn sure she had something to eat. And now, as Mario and I are leaving this damned property 20 miles from nothing, no one will have us. Is it simply her? Or is there something deeper being spoken by anyone and everyone who is aware of my situation? Is Mario the issue? Or is it simply easier to use her as an excuse for why I can’t be saved?
Can’t be saved?
Did I really just write that? I have a bag of clothes and a cat. That’s all I have. And those in those places I once considered heartfelt reject me at every turn because, I think, all I have is a bag of clothes. Mario is an excuse. And even if she weren’t, wouldn’t any great, loving human in my circle, in those I cling to for hope find some way to deal with a quiet feline who is as afraid of life as I am right now?
I’ll take care of her before I take care of myself.
To quote someone deplorable recently, “Put her down. She won’t survive in the woods without you. And you can’t move on with her….”