shored up clean against a stiffened sky
December 17, 2008
Just as I was getting ready to go to bed last night I heard scraping on the sidewalk outside, and looking out I saw the drug-dealer neighbours across the street out there shovelling their walk. In the -10°C weather, snow still falling, one of them had on a white tank top. The other wasn’t wearing a shirt at all.
Not being under the influence of anything chemical that might offer me protection against the cold, I bundled up a bit more than that this morning to shovel my own walk:
I don’t know who left those kitty tracks on the steps but it certainly wasn’t Miss Cleo, who refused to come outside into the cold with me. It was probably one of the alley cats. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Old Kitty either, though: this past Monday marked a full year since the last time I spotted him, and I’ve finally admitted to myself that he’s dead. I wish I could have found him and buried him in a safe spot in the backyard with my own cats, but his body must have gone back to the alley long ago, feeding the rats who in turn feed the wild kitties. And on it goes.
Posted by jodi on December 17, 2008 at 11.42am
