Last year in the dawn hours of a late summer morning, I peered out my kitchen window, spotted a skinny cat eating birdseed from a feeder and decided, in as much as I am not a fan of feral kittens, I could not let her go hungry. So I began setting out a little dish of food. In short time I had a number of other hungry cats, then kittens and more bowls of food.
Feral cats are not the only guests I have.
Several weeks back I had fallen asleep on my couch and was woken by dishes rattling and a rough trilling that sounded familiar but in a past time sort of way. Intrigued I soft-footed it to the window and there in the moonlight were three little raccoons, discussing amongst themselves who had a right to the dish of cat food on my front porch. I was concerned whether or not they had a mama. They were not tiny but certainly this year’s babies (this occurred in August), so I switched on the porch light to locate her and found her standing on the sidewalk, waiting for her kids to eat their fill. The babies were completely adorable of course. One of them had a little black hand in the bowl while not taking his eyes off me as I stood in the doorway. He would hand-search the bowl, find a piece of kibble and stuff it into his mouth, then fish around for another-until mama called all the kids to her side. They skittered off the porch without question. (Wouldn’t all moms like to have that kind of response?)
Mama raccoon took several steps in my direction as if she was asking, ‘What is your intention? I stand between you and my babies-to harm them you must come through me.’ I did not speak but sent loving energy to her. She retreated and allowed the little ones to return to the porch. She still did not eat, leaving the kibble for her children. I could have watched them for hours but instead I turned the light off so they could relax with their meal.
Mamas are wonderful creatures, aren’t they? When did we decide the bond they have with their children is less than ours? We often disregarded it for convenience’s sake. We tend to not want to look too closely at giving an ‘animal’ mother (we are also animals) the same view of her children as we ourselves have of own. Why is that? The bond is the same, as eternal and unbreakable as the energy that creates it, yet we want it to be less…because if we agree it is the same, we must change our thought process, we must change our ways, our whole concept of our place in the world would have to be revisited. In some minds realizing we are equal in life rights makes us somehow less…rather than enlightened.
What else are we conveniently disregarding in the entire animal community?