I’m tired.
Exhausted, really. Some days I just want to run as far as I possibly can. I am a kitten, and a kitten can often be skittish. A kitten wants to be loved, yes, but doesn’t always know how to ask for it or find it. I am, indeed, one of the lucky ones. But I can’t leave, I don’t want to. I love it here. She can’t scare me off.
I wish there was more I could do. She’s silently crying, rocking back and forth. I put my arms around her, so she can feel safe, protected, and understood. She gets none of that at the other home, except from her siblings. But truthfully, they are very angry at her. They try to be there for her, but they are so angry. I can’t solve that, but I can hold her tonight.
I stay.
Just to give her that hug that says, “You may not be okay right now, but you are okay and you’ll feel this way soon enough. If not today or tomorrow.”
I think I can make her feel a little better tonight.
“Hey, Ama, knock once if you love me and care about me and I make your life a little brighter.”
