While tying my running shoes, I heard the anxious, persistent and rather unpleasant chirping of the large forsythia's resident thrasher and knew what I would see ~ Te Veo.
Te Veo has taken the place of Blanco Viernes. Blanco was a white cat that lived with us for about a year, named in honor of Rosie's solid black Friday given their perfect negative image of each other. Blanco was truly feral. Initially, he would take off like a shot whenever you were within 30 feet, even if YOU did not see HIM!! Gradually though, he allowed parallel play. From a distance, he would tolerate our presence if we pretended he wasn't there. He never took any food we left for him. He was never petted. And one day, he was gone.
Over the past few months, Te Veo has taken his place. She's a unique kitty. Long haired, in a strange mix of black, orange and brown with two white toes, a nose often smeared with mud (understandable given her penchant for smushing her face into chipmunk holes) and cute tufts jetting out of her ears. She is rather business like most of the time; making her rounds in an efficient methodical sort of way. However, when she chooses, she will meow and butt your legs with her head until you sit and pet her. Some days she follows me through the woods like a puppy. Other days she is not seen at all.
Unlike Blanco Viernes, Te Veo is not easy to spot. Her dappled coloring blends perfectly in the shade of trees and mulch of flower beds. But her meowing, or the disturbed chirping of the protective thrasher, gives her away. Unlike either feline, we humans hunger to be seen. We long to be recognized for who we are - even if only in small part, by just a few. And when others do, it is what most touches our soul.
Te Veo. - les
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ReplyDeleteThanks for "seeing" her - and me!!!!!
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