Saturday, February 28, 2015


  One of my very best friends that I could ever hope to have was a cat named Greeter.  He was a neglected kitten that was left to fend for himself near a busy street.  I started feeding him.  When I would get out of my car to go into the apartment building where I lived, he would run out from wherever he was hiding and greet me.  I started calling him "greeter kitty".  Then the careless woman who "owned" him moved and I thought he was gone.  I didn't see him for a couple of months.  And then one night, I set a bag of garbage out on the back porch to take out the next day.  Later I heard something in the trash.  I opened the door and saw a couple of stray cats silhouetted in darkness.  I said, "What are y'all doing?", in a stern voice.  One cat ran and one cat just froze and looked at me.  I said, "Is that you, little greeter kitty?"  I invited him inside and fed him  That is when he chose me....

graphite drawing

He was mine for the next 11 years until his death.  I still miss him dearly.  I always will.  He loved me and I loved him.  After he was gone, I found a little snapshot of him that a friend had taken and made this drawing to honor his memory.  Looking into his eyes in the drawing I can still feel his spirit.  For quite some time after his death, at night, in the darkness, as I lay in bed, I could feel him walking on the bed, carefully stepping around my legs to look for a comfortable place to sleep.  I would lie very still and ask myself, "Is this really happening?  How can this be?"  I guess he was checking on me to make sure I was okay.