Kitten Couriers

This past Saturday I had to make a “provisions run” to town.  While filling up my car with gas at the bottom of the hill, the 8 or so high school boys at the next pump ran over to my car and started looking under it.  Then they began to call, “Here kitty, kitty, kitty.  Here kitty, kitty, kitty.”  They asked me to pop the hood while one young man slid his body under my car.

We could see the kitten sitting on the engine.  The boys spent about 10 minutes trying to lure it out, but without success.  When I leaned over my car, all I could see at first was a little black tail swishing around the engine.  Then it turned around and faced me and it was so adorable.  The kitten was black with beautiful blue eyes and looked scared.  Cautiously it crawled out and came to me.  I held it close to my heart and turned to the boys and told them God must want me to have a kitten.  They looked at me as though I were crazy.

The gas station attendant gave me a fountain soda box that had just a tiny opening, which would be perfect to use as a temporary pet carrier.  Before handing me the box, the man reached out to pet the kitten and told me how cute it was.  From my trunk I grabbed some fabrics and lined the box, then put the kitten inside.  I headed to the thrift store in hopes of finding a pet carrier.

When I got to the Lucky Duck Thrift Store, they told me the only pet carrier they had was sold.  On my way to the next thrift store, I passed an event in the park – one with balloons, music, and a very large plywood dog at the entrance.  I pulled over and found someone associated with the Humane Society, explained my situation, and she immediately dialed a hotline number to have a pick-up arranged.  God didn’t want me to keep it, but to be a kitten courier.  My role was to get it to a safe place, one that will help it not only to survive, but to thrive.  I knew I had to let go.

My closest friends know that I like to see “signs” in everything and find deeper meanings to life events.  After dropping off the kitten, I had a few hours of driving and running errands, which gave me time to think about the start of my day as a kitten courier.  It wasn’t my job to save the kitten.  I was simply part of a relay team to help it get to the next place, much like people have done for me over the past few years, and as I have done for others.

At times, some of us are here to hold the light while others are the “Kitten Couriers” here to help, support, and encourage the light bearers to continue and/or move on to the next step.  We aren’t always here to see things to the end.  Sometimes we are part of a relay team and need to recognize and let go and allow others to finish their leg of the race.

About Kristy "Kiki"

I'm just a gypsy with a passion for the earth, people, art, music, photography, and writing.
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