NINE YEARS     

My Dearest …..

 

          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

          Montrose, CO

 

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