Three abandoned kittens, people-watching in front of an old derelict building, just yards from the Mississippi River in Natchez.
Just don’t get too close or they will disappear faster than you can say, “here kitty.”
Only to peek out from under their sanctuary a moment later.
Abandoned.
The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine, troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples. It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent, the trusting—administered without warning or satisfactory cause.
___ Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year