Alex adopted me a number of years ago. He actually belonged to the neighbor on the east side of me, yet spent hours hanging
out with his kitty friends that lived with my neighbors to the west. He traveled through my yard going back and forth between
home and friends.

At that time I had been laid off at work and was spending more time in my home office and patio area. Alex began spending more and more time on one of my Adirondack chairs, during which we had great conversations. He is very vocal and expressive. He also started to follow me into the house. He was unbelievably well mannered. I set out a water bowl for him. I was also rather allergic to him.

An allergy prescription and a year later, I set out a food bowl. I still cannot keep Alex in the house overnight (swollen yucky eyes and congestion issues). Yet he knows that he is welcome to join his kitty friends next door in a comfy kitty igloo in the kitties’ house. It’s a perfect arrangement.

Friday, July 19, 2013

ALEX...SWEET ALEX...I MISS YOU SO

How does
or 
what does a 
woman 
who is supposedly a 
pillar of the community

say to herself to justify
sneaking into her neighbor's
yard...
the neighbor who for over 
20 years has cherished 
their friendship...
and taking the sweet old orange
tabby
that has lived in that neighbor's
home during the day
for years

And then
when the neighbor knocks on her door
to seek answers...
she calls the police on that
faithful friend

And then she gets a 
protective order 
against that faithful friend who 
has done nothing but be a 
FRIEND

what does she tell herself
to justify the 
cruelty...
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