composite of memorables

at metta cattery

~walked Diu (the more I recite the name off my tongue, the more it sounds Vietnamese somehow), a dog whose size and mug would intimidate you into wanting to avoid all contact and whose accommodating, pleasant nature would surprise you. Man, it wasn't easy trying to bend a being with its own mind to my will

~bathed Luke, Mango and Diu. i think industrialization has brought about a radical change in that we aren't required to use our bare hands for hard work anymore. so I always feel that it is therapeutic to be able to do something worthwhile with my own hands. Not dictated by social conventions to be a farmer, bathing dogs may be an outlet in which i fulfill previous generations of humanity's way of life of working so intimately with their hands

~watched a kitten, barely three weeks old, yawn and stretch itself. ceaseless perfection exists man, in this creature who has lovely blue eyes and whose legs only match up to my pinky. how can something so small be so perfect?

~watched big fat blood-sucking parasitic ticks being plucked from their host doggies

~hearing to Siew Yin, the founder, talk in an easy-flowing manner about the life histories of the dogs and cats. some times, she referred to a particular cat and remarked, "it first came to metta cattery with its siblings. but its siblings died". in a society whose obsessions unfortunately don't extend to our animal friends, it's touching to meet Siew Yin who gives a damn about stray cats and understands them as if they were individuals. Humbling to hear her gush, without any sign of hesitation, about the unique personalities of her charges and how their idiosyncrasies have evolved. Inspiring that she devote so much time and energy into caring for them as their parent

Would I just be a regular run-of-the-mill lad, fumbling through life like everyone else or would I find my cause and pump incredible passion into it? would the latter even be a desirable option in the first place?