I have the privilege of having Harry in my home.
Background on Harry. Harry is a wild cat that was rescued at the Randburg Harriers Running Club, hence the name Harry. If he had been a girl she would have been Harriet.
This little mite was a small ball of matted, dirty fluff on his last legs, with gungy eyes and we were all surprised when he made it through the night.
Harry is a shining example of how we should all strive to live our lives – BRAVELY! Because to survive in this topsy turvy world of ours we need to be brave.
This ball of fluff, all of 4 weeks old, made his way in the middle of the night to where there was a lot of noise and commotion which goes hand in hand when runners get together at a function. I can just imagine what he saw, huge giant people, making a lot of noise, a large braai fire (must have been the smell of food that enticed this starving little creature), lots of drunken movement and bright lights. He was spotted curled up in the corner looking dolefully on. He is a survivor. He is so brave. If he hadn’t been brave enough to make his way to where he thought help was, he more than likely would not be around to today.
This is why we all need to be like Harry, face our fears head on, have the courage to survive against all odds, hold our heads up high, ask for help when needed (talking to myself here now as well), and accept when help is offered. Harry did all this – and is now a healthy little kitten, rewarded with over flowing love, a warm home, and older “brother”, a full tummy and endless possibilities in his future – he is one brave little fellow with enough spunk to fill a room.
So in life …… Be like Harry!