Dec 23 2008
cat, i wish you would call
I have some ideas about what the cat is doing now that he’s on tour. He’s under a house, obsessively pawing at a half-dead rat or bird. He’s out in the rain, soaking up that terrible, trembling wonderful exposed feeling that one experiences after a long time away from the natural world. He’s in some neighbor’s house eating their Christmas cookies and reveling in all the new attention. But cat, I wish you would call. I know it’s been hard over the past few months with the cone over your little cat head and the shitting in the small, humiliating litter box in the utility room. If you don’t call, I’m just going to have to assume that you never liked it at our house in the first place, and that you’ve embraced a new outdoor cat unabomber militia life. I hope it’s not true, my cat. I hope you will come back.
