Thursday, 15 December 2016

a good thing

so say you find yourself at a seasonal party
a party near the river in historic buildings
remote
rural but in the city
a party where sleigh rides are planned for the kids
and where Santa will show up before the night is through
but the evening's plans are altered because it is very very cold
lots of snow and bitter winds
so everyone hankers down inside the cabin
and tucks into a tasty dinner
and among the festivities you notice something
almost a flash or a whiz
something zooming around
it turns out to be a young cat crashing the party
and later you learn that a friend has found a box and put a little meal for the cat outside
a bit of refuge from the wind and blowing snow
a little turkey for the tummy
so you put on your coat and go outside to see for yourself
and there he is
a small grey tabby sitting in the box
you kneel down in your big winter coat and he hops into your lap
you sit together there for many many minutes
as he purrs and purrs and purrs
you eventually rejoin the party and you ask the staff
'Is that the cabin cat?'
and they say no...there are some strays there and the staff isn't supposed to feed them
but sometimes they do
and as the party is winding down and your ride is leaving soon you wonder about the little cat
the little cat in the blowing wind and snow
you and your partner wonder what to do
and you decide on the spot the little one is going home with you
even though you are both allergic

and on this cold night you think back to eighteen years ago
and how bringing a little one home was one of the best things you ever did
making a small friend for life
and you hope that others might be inspired one day
to do the same
some years Christmas comes early



No comments:

Post a Comment