I stupidly befriended an orphaned, not-even-weaned kitty. My host family is amused/slightly annoyed. I’m filled with sadness knowing that I have to stop showing this cat affection, despite its lonely and desperate mews, so that it can possibly learn to fend for itself. (People don’t usually keep cats or any animals in the house here.) I’m torn between feeling guilty for having pet it (after rescuing it from a closed shed), and giving it a few moments of attention and affection in its probably-short life, versus feeling angry at myself for allowing this cat to think I was its friend, thereby allowing it die a slow, painful death of waiting for people to come attend it.
I’m being a bit melodramatic, but as week 3 of my time in India ends, I have to admit I am being weighed down by much of the hardships (human and non-human) I see around me.
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