Whitekitty

by Lucy
(Sarasota Fl)

I am homebound and disabled. For ten years my Whitekitty, who I found in the rain on the corner of a busy highway, has been way more than a cat. We sign our cards Lucy and whitekitty. He made floss, a rubber band, yogurt, a bath, spicket, a fly, a screen, a doorbell, a curtain, a towel, my voice, paper bags, everything, a celebration.

I feel him everywhere. he was my reason for everything.

I feel he wants to be here. The silence and stillness is grotesque.