I wonder about some kitties, about how they cope with being left alone in the world, through no fault of their own. Little kitties, older kitties, kitties with babies on the way, kitties with kittens already or those soppy softies, with no feral instinct whatsoever. I wonder how they cope, kitties who suddenly do not know what the heck is happening or when they’ll have food, clean water and maybe a soft cushion or a lap to sit on. Wondering about the humans, where the hand of a gentle person, reassuring them of kindness is or if they will ever feel safe again. How the hell do they cope?
Over Soil 