Little Black Cat

The little black cat turned up again today, I haven't seen her for a few days, she looked terrible. She was thin and balding, and very hungry and there was a big cut on her leg, almost the whole length of it.

 She walked painfully towards me and lay down at my feet, purring gently, her eyes filled with pain.
I picked up her thin little body and carefully carried her inside. Looking at the cut I could see it was relatively clean, only small signs of infection. I bathed it carefully, trimmed the fur, dried it, filled it full with antiseptic powder and dressed it.

All the time I did this she didn't once flinch, didn't once take her eyes of my face and didn't once complain.

I fed her some cooked chicken, syringed water into her all evening, and now she is curled up in a box at the end of my bed, when I move she stirs and if I bend down I can hear her purr.

To have a stray animal place so much trust in me is a responsibility, but one I gladly take. It reminds me of the Little Prince and the fox.

.............."It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."

"'To establish ties'?"

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ." 

http://www.angelfire.com/hi/littleprince/framechapter21.html

Hmm, im just not sure with the LBC....... who is taming whom. 

As I typed this , she crawled out of the lox and sat on my lap top:)