Man, lemme tell ya — I been seein’ these two scrappy-ass cats down on Jolly Bottom Road all week. Just runnin’ wild like they lost the map home. Skinny, twitchy, scared as hell of cars. Every time one rolled by, they’d scatter like somebody shot at ‘em. I said, Damn… somebody done tossed these babies out.
4 or 5 days later, I see ‘em hangin’ ‘round this lady’s house. She’s gettin’ in her car, and I holler, “Them your cats?” She hit me with, “Noo!” real sharp, like she didn’t even wanna breathe the same air as ‘em. And them poor things just sittin’ there, lookin’ hungry and confused, tails droopin.
Ain’t nobody feedin’ ‘em. Ain’t nobody claimin’ ‘em. Just two souls losin’ hope out there in the dirt. That shit don’t sit right with me. So I said, Alright, Rick, guess it’s you or nobody.
Went home, grabbed a box, came back. Lord, that black one wasn’t playin’ — scratched me up pretty good. Little bastard had heart, I’ll give him that. But once I got him in, the other one looked at me like, “Shit, might as well,” and climbed right in.
Got ‘em home, dropped some grub in front of ‘em. Man, they tore it up. Didn’t even breathe between bites. Must’ve been the first real meal they’d had in a while. Watching ‘em eat like that… it hit me, you know? Ain’t just animals out here starvin’. Folks are too. Everybody out here fightin’ for a damn bite of somethin’ — love, peace, food, a break or some Blues.
Now they chillin’, bellies round, tails waggin’ like they finally remember what safe feels like. I ain’t no saint — hell, I just couldn’t walk past no more.
World’s mean enough. You see somethin’ hurtin’ out there? Don’t just talk about it. Do somethin’. Feed it. Fix it. Bring it home if you gotta.
Yeah, I did my part.
Now tell me somethin’, brother — when’s the last time you pulled somethin’ out the fire instead of walkin’ on by? Lets start with our neighbors !