Distinct

The cat who never shows me any affection seems to be dead upon my foot, having passed into a deep slumber with my toes as his pillow. He is a strange little cat: not affectionate in any of the conventional cat ways. He was found in a Mc Donald’s drive through lane, with his chest caved in, lying next to his dead mother. He was brought to the vet that I was taking my animals to at the time. The vet folks taking care of him used to carry him out to me to let me say hello and see how he was doing. One day they said, “He is ready to go home. Do you want him?”

Of course I wanted him, and I still want him, now, about six years later, even though he will not much let me even pet him. Each of our animals requires a distinct kind of love.