tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744678124170693052.post3792798640912571385..comments2024-03-08T18:40:16.489+01:00Comments on God's Little People Cat Rescue: Where a cat belongsGod's Little Peoplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653169493941824939noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744678124170693052.post-42156685373920490372010-08-25T18:20:52.541+02:002010-08-25T18:20:52.541+02:00Hello Joan! Package has arrived, thank you so much...Hello Joan! Package has arrived, thank you so much for those lovely kitties and the postcard, please check my blog for today (Aug. 25th) and read all about it.sunshinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14803905890106683284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744678124170693052.post-27617075849237177772010-08-20T15:34:53.687+02:002010-08-20T15:34:53.687+02:00Amazing; Just as I was about to write a respons, a...Amazing; Just as I was about to write a respons, a butterfly came into my office on the 5th floor :-) So first thought was, that it certainly doesn´t belong here, and possibly might not survive the weekend indoors, so I helped it to get out again. Just like a cat doesn´t belong on the streets in NY...<br />However, I wonder why you think it was trained to sit still? Could it be, that it perhaps wanders off to Central Park at night when the homeless man is asleep? I find it hard to believe it is "caged" like that. <br />But I also, like you, believe that the man has probably saved it when it was a kitten, and so there is a special bond between the two of them. And since we don´t know the destiny of another, it might be, that this man and cat serve the function of causing empathy and concern in some of the people passing by, like yourself and your husbond. But I know the feeling and pain, you descripe..<br />Last week I was on holiday in Jutland, where I was strawling around, shopping and looking for clothes on sale. Suddenly I heard the most moving and powerful irish song accompagnied by a guitar. I walked towards the place, where the sound came from, and saw a "vagabond" sitting on a bench singing and playing. He looked ragged and old, but the song went right into my soul and heart! I put some money in his bowl, and afterwards almost started crying. It just felt so clear to me, that life is about being able to express the passion of life and not putting up a facade, pretending I´m something that I´m not. And this man had no "identity" and yet had the strength and "pride" to earn his daily living by playing and singing these special songs.<br />It´s not that I want to idealize (idyllisere)homeless people, but to me at least it put a perspective to values in life.<br /><3Anna Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13210247468939714181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744678124170693052.post-33097497499173896202010-08-19T22:42:14.600+02:002010-08-19T22:42:14.600+02:00Thank you so much Marg. I am certain that this cat...Thank you so much Marg. I am certain that this cat keeps the homeless man going, and that's the positive I chose to see in this situation. <br />Thanks for stopping by!<br />♡God's Little Peoplehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15653169493941824939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744678124170693052.post-6465609026489100342010-08-19T21:47:23.718+02:002010-08-19T21:47:23.718+02:00That is quite a story. I don't know what I wou...That is quite a story. I don't know what I would have done. You have to feel for both the cat and the homeless man. The cat is probably what kept the homeless man going. And the cat sure couldn't do it's cat thing in downtown Manhatten. So maybe it worked out all right. We just have to look at it in a positive way. <br />Have a great day.Marghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16571726966413507123noreply@blogger.com