my experience. I came from the streets of Sun City, California. No, it’s not like the Bronx in the seventies. But as a homeless kitten whose mother disappeared I might as well been in a war zone. I made it out, but I had to make hard choices …some that still haunt me today.
listen. As I sat on a cold concrete park bench, shivering in the rain, a do-gooder swept me up and cuddled me in his big warm arms. I felt so safe …and warm. Did I say how warm and safe I felt? He carried me off … and away from Arlene.
leaf turned golden by the change of the season. Studying the sway of the trees and chirping back at the squawking ducks. Peace and serenity.
Besides, my treats are running low.