“My relationships with my cats has saved me from a deadly, pervasive ignorance.” – William S. Burroughs
Today should have been a celebration. A happy day of remembrance. For today is the second anniversary of my coming to my new home. The refuge was kind but there were just so many waiting to go home. A diva can never be one of the many.
I have overheard human babble about allowing their felines to have a litter as it makes them a better cat. Or perhaps, they can’t resist the cuteness of having a house of kittens, for as long as it suits them. Yet, to date, I’ve never heard a human say what the cost to the feline having to bear and be separated from her children.
Mais oui, it is I, Madame Simone. Once again I pine for what I have lost and cling to the hope that someday my babies will be returned to me.
I’m often caught staring but not into the void. Where are my babies? I long for them so… do they think of me? There are, humans say, two sides to every story. They talk of spaying and neutering for a myriad of reasons. Yet I have never heard them babble on about the pain and loss of tearing our families apart. It would have been kinder had this all been prevented. Why allow me to have something you will not let me keep?
Have you seen my babies? I close my eyes and see them. I remember their softness nestled against me and clammering for nourishment. I loved every moment, until they were ripped away. Have a heart, spay and neuter to prevent the torment of a mother whose babies will not return. For me, it was seen to that it doesn’t happen again, but I must live my days with this loss and continue to wander the rooms, stairs and crannies of this house calling out for my children to come home.
I watch, I wait, I pine, I grieve, please, have a heart…
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