Friday, December 25, 2015
I was on my accustomed morning walk, just north of Lake Street, when the little orange tabby cat, with its wee collar bell ringing, came running out of some side yard wilderness to greet me. He was a lovely runner, graceful and lithe and jaunty. "How happy I am to see you!" his run seemed to say, and so, seeing him, did my heart say as well.
Being much taller than the cat I crouched down and held my hands out, palms up. The small cat threw himself into them. We had missed each other for so long. I felt his cool fur, he my cold hands. He slid his head and ears along my palms and the knots and ridges of my joints. With enormous affection I petted him, and with a gracious luxury he encouraged it. How we rejoiced in being together! What a homecoming. Tell me, how long has it been since we've seen each other? It must be forever!
Ha, I have never seen this cat before in my life.
But what could matter less.