operation rescue

Cassidy kitten taught me the
VERY PHYSICAL
VERY REAL
power of love today.

Q: How do you find love, health, abundance,
or enlightenment?

A: Stop searching. And start seeing what's
been there all along.

- from TUT's Adventurers Club

Sickness is not inevitable.
It is a condition of the mind.
But how do we change our minds??
That's the tough part.

Our minds are stubborn.
We believe that aging and breaking down are what our bodies are designed to do.
I've been treating my body like a burden for years.
No wonder it succumbed to illness.

BUT...and everyone loves a big but...that's not where I'm staying.
When I needed physical strength today it came to me.

After morning love time - when all the cats come into the bedroom to swarm around me on the bed while I do my morning exercises - the kitten followed Hurley up onto the giant hutch to play (see Bosie on top of the hutch in photo below).


Scamper scamper,
play play.
The kitten jumps down onto the chest of drawers (the giant piece of furniture under Uma Thurman that you can't really see in the pic).
In his excitement to be playing someplace new he loses his footing and slides down behind the chest of drawers.

I could hear his little kitten claws trying to latch onto something as he slid down the smooth back of the dresser. Immediately he sent up a doleful wail of desperation.

I lept into rescue mode and started calling to him.
The adult cats converged on the scene of the fall.
Gabriel started to moan pitifully.


You've never seen a crippled person move so fast.
I pulled everything off the top of the dresser: boxes of photos, lamp, vase, plugs, wires and stuffed triceratops.

I flung the giant heavy bags of laundry that were in front of the dresser off to the foot of the bed.
Without removing the drawers (should have removed the drawers but in my panic I didn't)
I tipped the whole heavy chest of drawers forward hoping it would be at such an angle that the kitten could climb up the back to safety.

It was too steep of an angle.
He cried.
I cried.
Xander, a few inches from my face balancing on the edge of the tipped dresser. meowed desperately at me which upset me more since he rarely makes any noise. It was as if he were trying to communicate something to me: save the baby!!

Now the full, heavy drawers were half sticking out of the dresser wedging the whole unit into a stuck position with the open drawers hanging down between the dresser and my bed. The kitten, now frightened by the giant furniture moving above him got himself under it so that I could not stand it back up to pull the drawers out without crushing him.

The big dresser leaned like the tower of Pisa while the big cats clamored around trying to get a look at where the kitten had fallen.
Hurley tried to get a vantage point on the hutch and knocked down figurines, dolls, a vase, lights, and made a broken mess in the middle of all this.

I cried and screamed for God to help me.
I didn't know if I should call someone for help.

I came out into the living room hoping the kitten had gotten free without my seeing him and was maybe roaming around the living room. He was not.

Everything in the bedroom was quiet.
I called to Cassidy.
Nothing.
No mew.
No meow.
The bigger cats were not as interested in the whole scene.

That worried me.
I thought the worst.
Had my kitten died of a heart attack?
Had he been crused somehow?

Bosie was now behind the dresser like a useless Lassie trying to figure out what new territory had opened up.

I looked at the toppled dresser, wedged at an angle and prayed.
God put your hand in this.
Please help me get my kitten.
Please help me.
I prayed aloud.
I cried PLEASE GOD.

I stood on my bed.
With the determination of that urban legend mother who lifted the car to free her child I pulled out the top drawer and tossed it aside, got my arms inside the dresser and pulled the whole thing backwards away from the wall.

You could hear the cracking of formica (or pressboard or whatever cheap crap my dresser was made of back in the early 90s when black laqcuer was in style).

Ploop.
Out hopped Cassidy from behind the mammoth piece of furniture.
With his tail up in happy position he trotted off as if nothing happened.

I laid there in the debris of broken tchokes
and ruined furniture.
My clothes, scarves, socks, laundry and boxes of photos were strewn haphazardly around the room.

How had I done it?

Amazingly, my knee did not hurt.
It still doesn't.

I'm not exactly sure how I managed to do it, but I did.

As an encore, I put the entire bedroom back together
all by myself.

A kitten rescued.
A household taken apart and put back together.
When I needed it most strength came to me.

Maybe it was mine all along.

All it needed was the urgency of love to bring it out.

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