Gone But Not ForgottenIf you ever saw Fiddler on the Roof, you know what a Pogrom is. I saw it on TV a long time ago when I lived indoors with old lady Sarah. Well, it’s a Russian massacre. They wreaked havoc on a Jewish village. Well, I’m not sure whatmy religion is. Old lady Ethyl always said, “Tabby Boy, you have a Shayna Punim.” Translated from Yiddish to pretty face, so maybe that makes me Jewish and vulnerable to a POGROM in Queens. You see, early in the February, like in the Jewish Russian village, I too was attacked and so was my Styrofoam house mutilated. It was gnawed at, and the interior straw tossed about. I was attacked by an animal far larger than me, possible the raccoon seen roaming in our neighborhood. I was severely wounded. I call it “animal’s inhumanity to animal.” I tried resting in my house. When I saw Ethyl and my food, I came out sniffed the food. I was too sick and wounded to eat. I limped away. I left my safe haven now that the scent of my violator made it toxic territory.
I left my warm cozy house, my three front steps warmed by the sunshine. I left the images in the glass front door of Ethyl and Ben. I would no longer find my terracotta dish with dried food and white polka dotted glass bowl of refreshing water waiting for breakfast and dinner. I will no longer have the occasional treats, homemade. chicken or salmon. I would not see the backyard Garden of Eden this Spring. Days and days, weeks and weeks filled me with contentment in the knowledge I belonged to someone and could trust the gentle loving and caring relationship. I had the comfort of knowing I could rest pensively thinking about the next chapter I would write in this book.
A cat’s behavior doesn’t always make sense to humans. Why leave?? Why not at least come back when you heal? Why not die where you love and were loved? I am too tired and weak to move now that the heavy rain is falling on me. Please don’t throw away my dish and bowl. Who knows?
Meow, meow, meow, meow!!!Ethyl Haber
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