Someone came by last night – the tracks indicated that it was a feline. Was it a neighbor’s cat, returning to a home…or a stray cat, just hoping to find food and some shelter from brutal cold? I hope it was the former, but fear that it was the latter. I hope it wasn’t the tuxedo cat with the limp. Sadly, not all cats have a safe, good life. I wish they did. I’ll think of the visitor as I feed my cats, warm and well-fed, tonight: may you find a safe haven.
One day a couple of years ago, I spied a small cat sitting on our windowsill. It was strange because I thought I knew all the neighborhood indoor/outdoor and barn cats, including the big orange tabby that haunted the pastures and the Siamese mix from next door. Continue reading “Haiku: The Cat Who Found Us”