I spent some time today looking through old photos on the computer. I had planned to find a photo or two of Brother Oliver from a couple years ago. He was slightly thinner then, and I wanted to prove to him that he’s put on a few pounds, and that maybe he should slow down on the snacks. I mean, I really don’t know if that’s true. So I guess the photos were going to be My way of checking to make sure I was right. If it turned out I was wrong, I planned to figure out how to make Brother Oliver look thinner in the photo before I showed it to him. I just know that he’s been eating too many of My snacks lately and I’d like him to stop.
Anyway, before I found a good photo of Brother Oliver, I stumbled across a folder full of miscellaneous photos that I had never seen before. One of them caught My eye immediately. It was taken on September 9, 2011. Here it is:
It was hard to make out exactly what was going on in the photo. At first I thought it was just two cats. Then I realized the two cats were Domino and Franklin. Then I saw a third cat looking out at Me from the left side of the photo. I zoomed in for a closer look. I gasped as I made out the face.
It was Thomas. Of course it was Thomas! That alley is where he met the Guardians! It is where they attempted to gain his trust. But I just couldn’t believe how small he had been when he was tossed out into Limbo by his former guardians. I quickly looked for additional photos, but found only one more from that day. It showed Thomas standing in between Franklin and Domino, and this really gave a good perspective on his size. Franklin was only a kitten himself, but Thomas was practically an infant!
I don’t have to wonder what it must have been like for him to be out in the dangerous world at that age. As the son of two ferals, I was born into that world. What I can’t understand though is why someone took a kitty that was not born of that world, and then intentionally threw him out into it. And I’m not just talking about Thomas here, but Franklin sitting beside him as well. I get that some people think an adult cat like Domino could handle himself outside (even though I disagree), but how anyone could possibly think these tiny kittens could or should fend for themselves is beyond Me.
Obviously, it was beyond the Guardians of Otis’s comprehension as well. Franklin now lives in a loving, indoor only, forever home, and Thomas… well… you know where Thomas is.
The only one of the three alleyway kitties whose fate remains unknown is Domino. We know that he was retrieved on the day that Thomas was left to fend for himself in a garbage pile. We know he was picked up by someone who was not his guardian, but who he obviously knew and trusted. We know that man was an older gentleman we had never seen before, who dressed nicely and drove a nice car, and who knew Domino’s name. We know he called Domino, and that Domino ran to him and jumped into the car. The door closed. The car left. That is all we know.
When I think about Dom nowadays, I picture him sitting contentedly in the sun on a bright, warm day. His belly is full, his fur is groomed, and he is excitedly watching a small flock of crunchy little birds feeding in a nearby tree. He chatters, firing off his “kitty machine gun” noises at the birds, but he makes no attempt to run after them. This is not because he doesn’t want to, but rather because he can’t. You see, Dom is enjoying the sun and watching the birds through a large picture window. His days of running the alley and visiting neighbors in search of affection are over. He has new Guardians that truly see him, and love him, and they wouldn’t dream of letting him roam free.
I have no way of knowing whether or not that is true, but I wish with all of My heart that it is. And not just for Dom, but also for Beatrice, Whisper, Zephyr, Poppy, Jack, and every other Limbo kitty we have known who is no longer in the neighborhood. I think about them often and purr for their well being. They all deserved so much better than the hand they were dealt.
So Sayeth Otis