Most people donâ€™t realize how dangerous kittens are.Â Â For example, look at this:
Do you find it hard to look away?Â Do you see the intensity in the eyes?Â That feral glare?Â That killer instinct?
If you canâ€™t see it, donâ€™t blame yourself.Â Not many can.Â Not many are willing to face the brutal nature of the world as evinced in the animals that populate it.Â Left to their own devices, these animals â€“ these kittens â€“ become vicious, intemperate slaughterers of whatever comes within reach of their paws.
Megan and I take in kittens that have demonstrated a tendency towards this path, those who are set along it and, if left alone, will fall prey to the gangs that already terrorize our neighborhoods.Â In those gangs, theyâ€™ll learn how to hunt the poor and the weak, to cull the fat and lazy from the herds, and, perhaps worst of all, will be inducted into the mysteries of sex long before theyâ€™re ready.
You have heard their cries in the night.Â Is that what you want?Â Is that what you want for this poor girl?
See her expression, how Rider doesnâ€™t understand what weâ€™re talking about.Â And thatâ€™s the tragedy. She doesnâ€™t see whatâ€™s wrong about the way she lives, about the life to which she was almost condemned!
You know how she was brought to our attention?Â This story you can take as indicative of the fates of these poor children littering our streets.
Rider was found in the bumper of a RAV4 after having been driven for over an hour over the highways and byways of our nation.Â From that precarious position, she was rescued, fed, given shelter, medical attention, and loving care.
Who would let such a young girl out on their own in this dangerous world?Â What irresponsible parents failed to teach Rider about the dangers of hitchhiking?
Weâ€™ll never know, and we donâ€™t want to know.Â These harsh feelings are hard to erase.
Hard to erase, unless you look at this:
Here you see Rider in our home on one of her favorite chairs.Â You can see the contentment in her eyes, but the wariness still comes through in her closed-in posture, her legs under her, ready for running, jumping, scattering away from the danger that, until now, had been all around her.
Our goal here at the Kozma-Goode Halfway House is not to adopt these poor unfortunates, but to help them adapt out of the world in which they were raised, a world unfit for polite society.Â Be glad that you are not privy to the changes they have to undergo, that you have not witnessed their social faux pas that would shock the most hardened marine into infancy.
Their world is a bitter almond of a world.
Even though we only have them for a short time each, we endeavor to show them that life is not something to be patiently endured, but something to be eagerly experienced.
Now that youâ€™ve heard our spiel, please know that we eagerly accept donations, tips on prospective homes for our needy ones, and any time that you can spare to volunteer.
We need your help, or this will be the result:
And no one wants that.