There’s
a pestering cat that lives around our house—
Gets on
my wife’s nerves, mine too—
This
stray yellow cat eats our birds, those nestled
In our
garden; this disturbs my wife to no end!
I tell
her: “If not the birds, then what?”
I mean,
the cat has to eat, does he not?
I’ve
given the yellow cat, yellow as a dandelion:
Milk
twice!
And now
the cat cries for more milk every night!
When
he’s not bothering us, he’s over at Jenny’s
House,
our neighbor, bothering her…
To no
end! Crying, crying, like a banshee.
I know
cats are loners, but this one makes me think:
As I
watch people shake their brooms at the cat,
And the
dogs in the neighborhood chase her like
A lost
rat! And even other cats chase this cat:
She, if
indeed the cat is a she, has no friends.
Actually
as I write this, she’s crying—
And its
8:30 p.m. and my mind’s eye tells me:
“Is
there not one spot in all of Lima, Peru for a
Yellow
stray cat? Shunned by the world? Is she not
Part of
our world?” And believe me, I’m not a
Cat lover—
But
what can I say, if indeed the Cat could talk,
What
would she say, thus I shall speak on her
Behalf:
“Dear Sir, you are a Christian, and I am like
Christ,
I have no home, I’m all alone, and I roam from
House
top to house top, for milk, fish and bones…”
So what
should I do? I ask myself: my conclusion:
Give
her a little milk, let her roam our roof top,
And if
worse gets to worse, take her down to
Kennedy
Park, where all the cats in Lima roam.
No:
4688/ 1-23-2015
