You know the two cats that live with
me. Miss Jane has been with me since she
was six weeks old, just before I moved into my new home. Love Kitty showed up one day at the shop next
to my new house.
I would leave Love Kitty some food and she
gained confidence and trust in me. One
day I was petting her and said to her several times “do you want some love,
kitty?” … and that is how she got the name Love Kitty. It was Summer and she hung around the house
and eventually felt safe entering the house for food.
Love Kitty was a young
cat. When I brought her back from the
vet, after surgery, she had become a frightened wild cat. She ran outside and wouldn’t go into the
house. She would eat food on the back
deck, but only if I was at a safe distance or I was in the house.
That Winter she lived
outside. She continued to come to the
house for food, but was always on the alert.
Sometimes she slept on the cushioned chair on the back porch. By mid Winter she would come into the house,
to get warm, through the partially opened door.
But she would cautiously lay down with her back to the room and her face
close to the door. She would talk to me
when she wanted the door opened, and then she would leave.
Eventually she would spend the whole night
inside the house.
It is nine years later
and Love Kitty talks to me when I walk past her …. she wants to be loved. She will jump onto my lap or next to me on
the bed, and nuzzle her head against me …. she wants to be loved.
My Dearest …. you have
told me how much your childhood hurt and frightened you … and that you learned
not to trust.
I
am offering you my love and asking you to trust me. I long for you to sit upon my lap or lie next
to me on the bed so we can nuzzle together.
But I can’t wait nine years ……
All My Love,
Jerome
© 2001 Jerome M. Waler