Seeing this image brought back memories. I had rescued a kitten that was abandoned by his mother and kept it in my brother’s computer room, since I had no personal space growing up. Kitty used to walk all over his keyboard and had apparently ruined the settings of Linux kernel configurations that he was working on and he had to start all over again.
Memory of this incident brought up a few things I was deprived of growing up, which is ok, it cannot be changed now. What really bothers me is that, while he is still doing what he loves, to this day, I am not. And I don’t think it is wise to give up my job to rescue animals, I am not that well off. Or am I?
The sacrifices that needs to be made to do what I love is too high, I will have to live in an environment I feel is highly intrusive, I don’t think I can give my baby a good life, or have a good personal life. Although there are a few things I can do - rescue animals into my home, donate money to the charities I trust, volunteer in animal rescues and get accustomed to that lifestyle.
