I was uneasy as I entered the halls of the detention facility.  It was my first visit and I was unsure of what to expect.  The air was thick and oppressive; the condition of the cells, stark and bleak.  As I walked past unending cells, I was met with apathetic, resigned looks.  A sense of shame and hopelessness seemed to touch all.  

I had come to liberate one prisoner.  We had not met.  He did not know I was coming.  He faced a sentence of execution or castration.  I was there to see that it would be the latter.  

As I entered the cell-block where he was kept, he was already stretching to see who had come to visit.  His demeanor was one of confidence and ease.  He was eager and animated.  He seemed blessedly naive and untouched by his whole incarceration.  

And with what was the accused charged?  What heinous crime had he committed?  What socially-aberrant act had dictated his fate?  Who was this outlaw?  

He was simply a black male kitten who had the misfortune of being without a loving home.  Now his name is Tut.  He's the Boy King.  My home is his palace, and he lives happily ever after.....  

A bit melodramatic?  Of course!  But now I have your attention.....  
This story is NOT about rescuing kitties from the pound.  
This story is NOT about the benefits of creature/human relationships.  
This story IS about allowing your emotions to guide you into perfect service.  

When I heard the news that 100 kittens were scheduled for "disposal", I was deeply saddened.  But I didn't groan and gnash my teeth, or bewail their fate and my helplessness.  I simply asked myself, "What CAN I do?"  Well, I can take one kitty into my home.  I can feel good about myself, and I can offer that opportunity to everyone I know.  So I picked up my telephone, and I dialed every animal-person I knew.  I told them my plan to rescue one kitty, and suggested that their life or a friend's life might be enhanced by a new pet.  I asked them to take some time on the phone with their friends suggesting the same.  

When I arrived at the animal shelter, the parking lot was filled to overflowing with individuals taking individual action.  The plea had been heard.  Person by person, a difference was being made.  The kittens would be saved.  I knew it!  

I saw a bumper sticker once.  It said this:  

So what is God screaming at you?  What can YOU do?  
Allow your emotions to guide you...