there's something about this kitten's eyes that suggest a soul older than the kitten really is, lurking somewhere inside her. there's something unspeakably sad about this image, & somehow, it speaks to me, reaches out to me. & on a day like today, an image like this just makes me ache for the homeless, the lonely, the hurting. on days like these, i feel bad for not giving a scrap of food to the strays that sidle up to me, i feel bad when the parents chase them out of my garden with the broom, i feel bad for not giving them a home. it's times like these that i feel like such a rotten specimen of a human being.
times like these, i wonder what more i can do & am aghast at what little i've done.
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