Separated by The Hours

Posted on April 15, 2007 in Cats

From my journal

I wish the cat that disappeared last week knew how much my heart was broken. I hold her in my hands, a memory as small and potent as the tiny kitten who slept in my coat pocket on the first cold December days of our life together. She does not hear me or come when I call. My poor baby: in your brave adventure do you realize what you have lost?

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When we lived up north, my cats used to go on walkabout from time to time, but they always stayed within calling distance of the apartment. There was a flat roof that they climbed up and slept on. When they got hungry, they came back. Between me and Virginia Mew, this time, we are separated by the Hours. When people call with reports of sightings, we always seem just too late to recover her.

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