...and I grieve for the loss of her, the stray that silently managed to
capture my heart with her unique approaches. Unforgettable as she was
because she made me feel like I was the most important part of her
being; the way she jumped up on the chair next to me, so light I was
never aware that she was there until she laid her front paws on my
shoulder in gesture of greeting; the most docile cat I have ever known.
She simply disappeared one night and I wondered what could possibly
happen. If only she had been content to adopt an attitude of being an
indoor feline like her two playmates, she would be safe with us at the
moment. But she loved the outdoors. She loved how the grass and the
breezes tickled her soft coat, and she loved it when the trees bared
their teeth to endure the attacks of her unsheathed claws. Woe is the
wanting to be free, and the stray is no more.
© 06/16/01
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