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Sunday, November 4, 2012
The roof kittens have grown up and they return, not everyday but many mornings for a meal, all but one. The beautiful black and white cat with the wide blaze and sweet face has not been here for days, maybe weeks. I am hoping that she is off in a safe corner with her kittens and that one morning she will return. I was away for a month and no one fed them in my yard. I think they found other friends as they are sleek and lovely. Upon my return they all came back to the roof and watched me solemly as I watered the garden or hung up the laundry. That day our routine was restored and most mornings they wait for me.
But these roof dwellers never come down into my yard, because I have two dogs who live here. Never mind that they would never hurt them, they would bark and chase and run in circles. I know they wouldn't hurt them, because even in the middle of the night when they are beside themselves to go out and chase whatever they clearly know is in the patio, they come back satisfied no blood spilt. And when I go out to look, there sits in the garden a baby possum, slowly making its way out of the yard, unfazed. So, two new kittens have come to live with us, the dogs and me, in the house. One found us when we were on our morning walk. He was starving and motherless and totally unafraid of the dogs. He crossed a major road and marched right up to us. His voice and ears were most of what he had left and his desperation was so complete, it overcame fear. I scooped him up and brought him home. He was sick for two weeks and so small I could carry him to the vet in one hand. He's grown into a sleek, spoiled beauty, still fearless and now a little imperious. Taking to wrapping his paws around my ankle to stop me in the kitchen when he wants more to eat. Underfoot so much that finally it occurred to me that another kitten was the cure for this needing constant attention problem. And as the karma of the creative universe would have it, another appeared. A small and perfectly beautiful kitten.