All That Money! (5)

Not a whole lot more to say on this, so we’re leaving it as is for the moment.

My friends who know about my four cats insist I’m becoming a crazy cat lady, but I’ve always been practical about the number I can support in the space I have to offer. All of them are rescues, from one situation or another — one had been abandoned in a restaurant parking lot, the other was the last of a litter born on a farm and when the family that owned her couldnt find a home, they just let her loose — at six weeks — to survive as best she could. Now, all four of them are sheltered and spoiled and, each in her own way, appreciative. And that’s what matters.

Right now, there are more refugees on this planet than ever before. That’s not just a question of increasing population over the centuries. It’s also a reflection of percentage of population. And the situation for all can be laid directly at the feet of a handful of power-hungry men (and yes, guys, it’s pretty much all men) who dont care about the effects of their power-grabs. One country’s leader has delightedly bombed his population almost out of existence just so he can live the life to which he has now become accustomed. Another delights in selling the armament around the globe that keeps these madmen in power, and he sells it to all sides, just so his country’s armament suppliers can make bank off it… but when the refugees escaping his blue light sales come knocking at his door, looking for safety, he shunts them off and accuses them of being “very bad people”.

It’s an irony we somehow ignore.

Thing is, everyone is affected by this: men, women, straight, gay, Christian, Muslim, Jewish — and these handful in power dont seem to care. They’re protected — as they always have been throughout history — and they’d much rather see their solid gold toilets in their solid gold condos than even think for a second about the thousands who’ve made those toilets and those condos possible.

And oddly enough, we continue to allow it to happen. The reasons for such inanity are long in number and essentially self-serving, if a bit delusional. But we do. And we will pass all those on the streets who’ve been put there thanks to these “leaders” and snub them off as lazy and unwilling to get off their asses to find a job.

I dont know how to fix such an enormous problem. I dont think anyone does, to be honest. It’s too big and too global and depends on political will that no one dares put out there during these maddeningly conservative times. And so the problem simply gets worse. As a result, all people like Eddie and André can do is protect the ones in their care as best they cane — and hope that others will do the same. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing at all…

… even if it just means giving a cat a home.

We’re going to leave this for a bit, but I’m sure we’ll come back to it later. Eddie’s global influence has made him a target a couple of times before, and with things as they are, there’s no reason to think he and André are going to ever fully escape it. But for the moment, let’s let them enjoy what they can do to make the world a slightly better place — and perhaps think about what we can do as well.

5 thoughts on “All That Money! (5)

  1. Thank you for this story, and for including rescue in it. I’ve worked in Dog Rescue (Airedales and Cairns, for the most part) since 1996 . . . for many of us, the starfish is our symbol because of this story . . .
    The Starfish

    Once upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.

    One day he was walking along the shore. As he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer.

    He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day. So he began to walk faster to catch up.

    As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn’t dancing, but instead he was reaching down to the shore, picking up some-thing and very gently throwing it into the ocean.
    As he got closer he called out, “Good morning! What are you doing?”

    The young man paused, looked up and replied, “Throwing starfish in the ocean.”

    “I guess I should have asked, why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?”

    “The sun is up and the tide is going out. And if I don’t throw them in they’ll die.”

    “But, young man, don’t you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it. You can’t possibly make a difference!”

    The young man listened politely. Then he bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves and said,

    “It made a difference for that one.”

    As he got closer he called out, “Good morning! What are you doing?”

    The young man paused, looked up and replied, “Throwing starfish in the ocean.”

    “I guess I should have asked, why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?”

    “The sun is up and the tide is going out. And if I don’t throw them in they’ll die.”

    “But, young man, don’t you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it. You can’t possibly make a difference!”

    The young man listened politely. Then he bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves and said,

    “It made a difference for that one.”

    As I used to tell my father, who couldn’t understand my devotion to my rescue efforts because I ‘couldn’t save ’em all’: “Fine, YOU continue to curse the darkness, whilst I light some candles.” I used much of the money I inherited to help rescue and keep more dogs . . .

  2. I’m reminded of a quote attributed to the Talmud: “Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly, now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.”

    • I’m not, obviously, but I read it every day. Also, Adventures of Business Cat (kinda creepy). Dog Eat Doug often has rescue as a theme, as does Mutts and The Other Coast.

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