Through The Grace And Love Of One Woman

The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room.

She was just on six months of age when she was discovered alone in the world. Sleeping, curled in a tight ball, trying to stay warm in a world that was no longer a world.

A kind woman discovered her and realising she was still alive, gave her a home, here in this netherworld. One shut away from the horrors that are taking place everywhere.

She cowered when touched, signs of the horrors she’d experienced in her short six months. But slowly, due to the love of one woman, she unfurled from her shell, her terrors, her fears slowly dissipating and flowered like a perfectly scented bloom. She began to ache for that love, that gentle touch, that safety net, that this woman provided.

As she grew a little older, becoming more mobile, she began exploring the world she now shared with this caring being. She explored all its nooks and crannies, under the bed, inside the wardrobes, snoozing on the lounge suite and cuddled on the lap of her saviour.

She soon forgot the life she’d led before this woman found her, gave her a home and blanket her with love. Nothing was too much trouble for this woman. She gave her space when it was needed, when life was still too frightening. She gave comfort when fear raised its head. She gave love through her cuddles, her care and her patience.

Life was good in these four walls. There was no reason to venture out into the terror and destruction of the outside world.

Then one day, another victim, another terrified survivor was introduced to our utopia. A young male of about six years of age, only knowing the terror of the horror happening outside. She could only imagine the pain he had seen and experienced in his short six years alive.

The generous loving woman had given him a home. In fact he had his own space and it was many months before he felt safe enough to leave his room. The trauma he experienced from the horror of the devastation and wreckage of the world outside. A world he had to survive before he was introduced to our safe haven.

There was no pressure, no hurry for him to overcome his fears. All in good time and it was left totally up to him. He could stay tucked away safely in his room, until he found the courage to venture out and meet us. All in his own time.

But eventually he crept through the door of his room, ready to explore his courage, his eagerness for adventure, his curiosity.

Within weeks of him finding the courage to leave his room, to explore our little corner of safety, both survivors become fast friends.

Their courageous woman, who had saved them both, would often find them curled up on a bed together, or better still on the lounge, where they’d bath each other before curling up together in warmth and safety.

After a nap, their favourite place in the world was in his room, on his window sill, bathing in the little sunlight that the dystopian world outside still allowed to shine through.

She often thinks, with her little feline mind, while curled up next to her best friend, how lucky they both were that this gracious woman rescued them.

Together, both cats perched on the windowsill when she suddenly realises, the outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. A world she doesn’t really remember and would only want to experience from her perch, with her best friend beside her and her human pottering around somewhere behind her.

This was the only world she needed.

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