I am in a different apartment, one that is on the ground
floor of a beautiful white stone house.
The apartment occupies two levels, with the lower one being in the
basement. My son, who is much younger,
is living with me. The basement level is
bright with the white stone, but that is where a menagerie is kept: a snake, some lizards, a couple of s and a
large tiger. Even though I have been
around him for a long time, he still makes me nervous, because he, like the
kittens, is not confined to a cage but roams freely.
Some time passes, and I realize something disturbing: I cannot find the kittens anywhere. Another day – and I suddenly remember that I
have totally forgotten to feed the animals!
Frantically, I begin to hunt for my purse, and once I find it , I head
for the door, just as my son is walking in, and the tiger is coming up the
stairs. I quickly push my son back out
the door which I lock after myself.
Then I change my mind.
I give the wallet to my son and tell him to buy a large – and I do mean
large – bag of dry cat food at the corner store and bring it back as quickly as
possible. Then I go back inside. The tiger is lying on the floor in front of
the couch, where I go to sit. I tell him
food is coming, and actually reach down to pet his head. A rumble starts deep within him as he leans
into my hand…
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