Chapter Six
You Can’t Go Home Again
Dear Ben and Ethyl (with a ‘y’),
Appreciation, admiration, adulation, adoration attachment, all the words of love I give to you. Two months have passed and yes it was your Tabby Boy you saw this morning, Yes I am alive. After my accident, I needed to find a new safe covered place to avoid the cold winter rain. I needed to cover my wounded body with a blanket of dried leaves to keep from freezing and to heal my painful wounds. I never saw my attacker, maybe a male raccoon. My memory of your love helped heal me.
You’ve heard, “You Can’t Go Home Again.” Well, It saddens me to say, I can’t come home again. I can’t come back to your doorstep. I can’t rest in the warm cozy winter house you bought me. I can’t curl up in the warm straw filled house. The scent of the attacker has ruined all my comforts. The scent of my attacker pervades my house, pervades your front steps, pervades the air!!! The scent keeps me going from house to house for some food, water and hopefully love. Maybe, the spring rainstorms can wash away that toxic pernicious scent.
Once again, I am a homeless stray tabby cat looking for appreciation, admiration, adulation, adoration, love. Meow, Meow, Meow!
Veery truly yours,
Your stray cat Tabby Boy
Ethyl
March 2023
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