Dear Editor,
My fluff story begins in Douglasville, Ga. with a neighbor's feral cat by choice and tame when needed, the best of both worlds. The female cat had gone missing right before we moved into the neighborhood. The cat showed up at our house months later and days before delivering a litter of five. My brother took them in as outside cats. Before they were ever weaned from their mother, she lead them into the woods behind the same neighbor's house to raise them as she saw fit. We recovered them and they all became indoor cats, our choice at the time.
I wrote a story almost two years ago about a black woman dropping off a kitten at the bike trail across from Burger King. I was mad but never once did I blame it on blacks, faith or hunters and the reason I blamed it on her was because I witnessed the dump-off. Fate has a big role in every living life, good or bad, which one that is delivered is always in the soul of the owner. But on that fateful day fate brought to a person, who sees himself more as a dog person, a kitten. The kitten is now a young watch cat, her body actions warn of things that shouldn't be that close. She hunts in the yard, twice bringing butterflies only to lose them to flight when she meows to let me know she caught something. Fate plays a role in every living life, even a butterfly. Yet, it is your faith, as a human being, that allows your fate to be seen through your eyes as a good thing by having a purpose in and for life as it is also in death. Sometimes fate cannot be placed at the feet of everybody. I haven't hunted or seen the inside of a church, except at someone's funeral, in 30 years, but I understand faith, the reasons for law abiding hunters and people who make bad decisions. Taking them to the animal shelter could of changed their fate or sealed their fate but only you can determine their fate.
Steven King
Milton
This article originally appeared on Santa Rosa Press Gazette: The importance of faith in life