Yesterday, Bastille Day, is the day I celebrate the birth of my one best cat, my familiar, Houdini Gatallini Bambini Baby-ini. She was a cat in a million.
In the poetry workshop I’m taking at the AWW, there is a lot of talk about cats, within poems and without. Shadows of cats against walls, rare breeds, can you really love a cat as you would love a child? Big questions. I’m still sorting them out.
I miss her, still, always.