the cat lady

i got this from it's meow or never site....

This story is not only for "cat-lovers." It's the story of how one
person can make a difference, no matter how small the deed. I hope it
inspires you to do something -- anything -- to help better the world
for
both humans & nonhumans.]
The block I grew up on in New York consisted of several houses, a
small
animal shelter, a colony of stray and feral cats, and an official "cat
lady." Looking back, I realize my fate was sealed.
I was 9-years old when I first noticed the cat lady. Every evening,
she
would push a creaky, old wagon filled with cans of cat food, a jug of
water, and paper plates. One by one, cats would appear and begin to
follow her. Faces slowly forming behind glowing eyes, they'd crawl out
from under cars and sneak through backyards, following the wagon and
its
owner.
At the end of the block, in front of the small animal shelter, the
parade of cats led by the cat lady would come to a stop. Peering from
my
stoop, I watched as each cat was presented with a plate of food.
Patiently, the cat lady would wait as the cats licked their plates
clean. When they were finished, she would pick up the plates, pour the
jug of water over the street to wash away food remnants, and disappear
around the corner with her old, creaky wagon. On cue, the cats would
disappear too.
My friends thought the cat lady was weird; I wanted to meet her.
One evening, I tried to join the parade, but I was quickly ordered to
go
away. Stubbornly, I tried again and again, but the response was always
the same.
A few days later, I had an idea. I took a few cans of my cat's food
and
went outside to wait. That evening, I not only followed the cat lady,
but I offered her the cans of food. She smiled. I was finally allowed
to
join her and the cats as they marched down the block.
For several weeks, I assisted with the evening ritual. I'd help scoop
cat food into plates and clean up when the cats finished eating. The
cat
lady and I never really spoke; she would grunt orders at me and I'd
obediently follow.
My mother was very happy to see me keeping out of trouble; armed with
a
few cans of cat food, she'd eagerly scoot me out the door after dinner
to wait for the cat lady. Times were different then, and a child could
sit on her front stoop without fear of danger. I thought the world was
safe and perfect.
Eventually, the cat lady and I graduated from grunts and nods to
complete sentences. She explained that all the cats were "fixed" and
that they each had a name and history. After a while, I no longer
viewed
them as just a group of cats. They were individual, wonderful
creatures
who I looked forward to seeing. My family and friends endured my
endless
cat stories. My allowance money went toward cat food instead of
records
or new earrings. While the kids were sitting on their porches
listening
to music, I was picking up paper plates on the corner.
My friends thought I was crazy; I didn't care.
I began asking the cat lady questions about the shelter that stood on
the corner. I thought the shelter was similar to an orphanage for
children and homeless animals would live there until a family adopted
them. I found out I was wrong. The cat lady told me that animals who
were not adopted from the shelter were killed.
I ran home and explained to my mother that all the animals in the
shelter would be killed and we had to immediately adopt them. To my
surprise, she replied, "No."
The cats and dogs I grew up with were loved and pampered. They had
their
own Christmas stockings and slept on my bed. To think there were
similar
creatures killed right down the block because no one wanted them was
too
much for me to bear.
I was angry with the cat lady for telling me animals were killed. I
was
angry at the shelter for killing animals. I was angry with my mother
for
not adopting them all. And I was angry with my friends for not
understanding why I was angry. My perfect world had been shattered. It
wasn't all happy endings and I wanted no part of it.
I began to spend all of my spare time hidden in my room. I'd peek out
the window when I heard the creaky, old wagon pass by, but I never
followed.
After about two weeks of hiding, the cat lady knocked on my front
door.
I heard my mother explain that she didn't know what happened, but she
thought I was upset because she wouldn't adopt all the animals from
the
shelter. The cat lady asked to speak with me, and I reluctantly walked
down the hallway toward her.
What she said to me at that moment molded me into the person I have
become. She told me that while it was sad all animals did not have a
happy ending, hiding in my house wouldn't help. And then she placed
her
hand on my shoulder and said, "You are special because you care. You
can't give up."
I stepped out of my house and joined the parade of cats, never to
falter
again.
Together, the cat lady and I nursed orphaned babies, trapped cats who
needed to be "fixed," and tended to the sick. We relished our success
stories and mourned those we lost.
Several years later, I moved away from New York. The night before I
left, the cat lady hugged me good-bye and told me again, "Don't give
up." And I haven't.
I continue to feed, spay/neuter and adopt feral and stray cats. I
sponsor shelter animals. I'm vegan. When I'm tired and my heart breaks
because of the atrocities inflicted upon animals, I remember the cat
lady's words. When I feel as if my small contribution can't possibly
make a difference, I remember the face of each cat I met on that New
York street so long ago; their tails held high in the air as they
proudly marched to the end of the block. For those cats, and for
myself,
one person made all the difference in the world. The small
contribution
of an ordinary woman with long, tangled hair and a creaky, old wagon
still reverberates within me after decades.
I visited my childhood neighborhood recently; the shelter is now a
supermarket and the creaky, old wagon is a thing of the past. But the
lessons I learned on that block have stayed with me -- lessons of
compassion, acceptance, solidarity, and perseverance. And when the
neighborhood children call me "cat lady," I can't help but smile.


_______Author Unknown

Thank you for such a beautiful story ! I loved it ! :)

That was such a great story.

Great lesson in there. Thanks!!:)

That story was so touching, I just started crying, in a good way ;)

(How soft am I - oh yes 7 cats worth :) )

i know.... i love this story so much , it still makes me cry when i read it over and over again. i love the part when the cat lady said you're special because you care. everytime i'm overwhelmed , i remember this story and tell my self i'm one of the special ones who care :)

My eyes are so wet I can hardly type. I will be passing this on, if you don't mind. Thank you.

jen: i just got it also from another site. i sure hope the author won't mind us passing this wonderful story to cat lovers, after all the story gives hope especially to rescuers like you :)

That was a great story.

It's my dream to open up a shelter someday, but it would be more like a fancy hotel, I even designed it on paper in my spare time. It's just a matter of winning the lottery to start it.

I have been called a "cat freak" before and I take it as a compliment, everyone has to be passionate about SOMEthing. :D

What a heartwarming story.

Thanks for sharing it with us.

What a great story, thank you so much for posting it.

YES! A very sweet story. I lay in bed last night thinking about it. I like that line about "you are special because you care". There are plenty of special people here, that is for sure. I know lots of folks think I am a little (a lot) loony, but if you can't stop and care for the least of God's creatures, then I think something is very wrong.

My dear mother , bless her memory , used to leave out Cat Food for strays , and always donated to the Humane society. I guess that is how I learned compassion , and that no stray will ever go hungry. Bleess The Cat Lady , as she is now in Cat Heaven , where no one is cold or hungry, and she is still a special person to all The Angels that she helped!

You rate the big ten in my books towards cat care Catmandu ! :D