Love Unbounded: The Feral Cat

The feral cat shook its fur on the blanket. It stretched its back a bit, carefully enough not to wake up completely.

 

If feral cats can yawn, it yawned, too.

 

“So, this is where I am” – noted with narrowly opened eyes. It was dark in the room.

“It’s okay to be here”, continued its thoughts “though…” and the thoughts became foggier.

“Where was I?” asked itself while falling back asleep again.

“Now, I know” woke up again. Well, this was more of a purr than a real waking up. The one everyone makes especially feral cats.

“I could be loved more”.

“Definitely, I could be patted and loved more.”

“My fur needs to be combed more often. Holy Mice, this silky fur needs combing, at all!”

“And I could have a real name, not just this temporary.”

“Humans are so weird, why couldn’t I have a normal name, like Johnny? Or just simply, John?”

 

So, John, the feral cat fell asleep again. This time he was dreaming about being patted, loved, cared and always fed more than he could think of.

 

He wasn’t greedy at all. John was among those who always appreciated each and every little bite – never thinking of how pathetic the situation could look like.

“Come Kitty-kitty, jump here to the window shield!” or “Kitty-kitty, catch the food!” and sometimes “Come let’s play! Where is your food? Can you smell it? Yes, it’s right in that tiny box, can you grab it out, Kitty-kitty?” But he didn’t care. Actually, time to time he even liked these silly games.

 

Originally, John (or Johnny for friends), had a shelter in the street, next to a crowded road. Life in a shelter is not fun; all humans know this well, so as feral cats. However, this was his home and he liked it. He liked it even in downpour; those times he was just sitting and let the raindrops wash the dust away from his hair. He enjoyed watching the rain and feeling the fresh air as it was cleaned from the pollution.

 

John took a deep breath in his sleep.

 

Other times, he was just laying in the grass, watching some buzzing bugs flying around the dandelions. He didn’t know so much about bugs but he respected them. On the contrary to those fellow feral cats who behaved like birds and had a tendency to keep bugs on the daily menu, John was just watching them.

 

If feral cats can smile, those times he was smiling, too.

 

And John was a peaceful love seeker.

 

He was curving in the blanket now.

 

John’s memories were full of nice moments with children whom (and this was something he was really proud of) never ever bitten or scratched.

He had just a special feel for them.

He enjoyed their laugh and certainly he enjoyed when they pat him.

 

Once he even jumped into a baby cart. The three young siblings were laughing and patting him and the mother was taking photo of him. That was a nice feeling: belonging to somewhere, belonging to someone. For a moment John forgot he was a stray, an unplanned and unwanted; a useless beggar in the eyes of many. He was just happy and comforted.

 

John didn’t know then, but that was the very moment when his whole life was about to change completely.

 

John walked into to the other room and laid down to the feet of the children. He immediately fell asleep again. As he was sleeping, with one of his ears he was constantly checking the young children’s breath to see if everything was okay with them.
by Joshua Dragon

 

(Love Unbounded is a series of short stories from real life.)

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Powerlessness

what have I done
if I have done
what have I missed
if I have missed

I wasn’t here
where I should have been
I haven’t seen
what should I have seen

now
suffering comes

they are just innocent
to be harmed this way
what have I done
what I should have seen?

just missed the life
their life
who we miss now and tomorrow

accusing myself
can’t see the pain
doubts in everything
and prayers to God
to forgive what I have
and haven’t done

have no words
even my existence is so heavy
how could I endure it
when others suffer

I feel I can’t bear the pain that others suffer
I wish time to turn back
I wish to change the Rules
I wish myself to suffer and ache instead of them
I wish I was True Father to bear this
I wish I was a True Man to bear it
I wish to resemble Him
who suffers the most because of me
because of me
because of me

and still
He lifts me up
embraces
forgives
and forgets
and Loves

turning my powerlessness into capable capacity
to love them again
the world
and the humanity
including…
…me

 

JD

Don’t worry, my child

As I Can See

Don’t worry, my child
don’t you worry
I’m standing right next to you
I’m with you

You may think the world is over
you might feel this way
but even if it is so
I’ll be with you

The broken sadness in you
will pass away
complete happiness will rise
with the morrow

Loneliness and Isolation
the two loyal friends
Abundant Grace
will better suit to you

Can you accept, my child
the love I’m giving you
Can I give you more
to heal you by tomorrow

I’m worried my child,
I’m worried for you
I’d like to find a way
a better way to and for you

But you shan’t worry
if you open up
just a little bit more
let me embrace you

You may think I’m too old
and you are independent
to be so close friends
partners for life

I’m here any case
trying to catch…

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God to His Child

I won’t be able to tell you

How much I was in love

With each and every thoughts

Even before you came to this world

 

I was the proudest parent

Who made your bed

Safe and perfect

I couldn’t help but to prepare everything ahead

 

I was longing for the day

When you would be born

And I was enjoying the moments

Of waiting with daydreams

 

I couldn’t count the time

Still I can’t

How long it took

For you to come

 

And then there was the moment

When you first inhaled

The soft and rich air

Created for your breath

 

I will never forget

How much you loved to be tickled

Your beautiful eyes

As you came to know the magical Nature

 

I’m still living partly in those times

It helps me in hard days

When there is only the hope left

To make this world better

 

I won’t be able to tell you

How deep is the love I feel

Because it is endless

Because you are far away

 

I wish we were one

Once again

 

 

Joshua Dragon

Thirst

Thirst is what makes me try
Thirst is what makes me cry
Thirst is what dissolves me
Thirst is what resurrects me

Thirst is why I need to try
Thirst is why I have to cry
Thirst is why I feel needed
Thirst is why I should keep it

Thirst is when I find no words
Thirst is when I silently work
Thirst is when there is no past
Thirst is when there can be trust

Thirst, a name for the tears
Thirst, a name for the dreams
Thirst, a name for true love
Thirst, a name for our God

 

Joshua Dragon

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