When our beautiful Tosca was killed two years ago to this day, I thought I would never find such feline companionship again. I didn’t mourn alone. My husband, who found her, was equally stricken, and Luna, who had never been a lone cat, sat in the garden waiting for her mother to return.
After months of soul searching, we decided to find a companion for our shy black and white girl. Fortunately, the local Cats Protection League is located in our village, where abandoned felines wait for someone to love them and give them a home.
Standing in front of the wire-netted pens, I saw so many cats I would have gladly taken home. And then I noticed a tiny kitten sitting at my feet. She was grey and black with the most beautiful markings, green eyes and a little dot on each front paw. It was her attitude that caught my heart. She had the same look in her eyes as the one in Tosca’s on the day I picked her and Luna from the very same place, which said, ‘I choose you. You are my human’.
essence of a cat:
a soft paw and a sharp eye
leonine and shy
Kim M. Russell, 24th May 2018
Sherry is our host today and asks us to write poems of tribute to or about dogs or cats we have loved – and/or still love.