The night of my birth, a night in November was as cold as they come,now forever remembered.
It was frigid,and rainy i remember it well , the best night of my life , "was it real? did it happen?" i'm not sure, my head says it did but my heart still can't tell.
At the door came a knock, this is where we began , the cat in the cold , let in by the man. She was a beautiful cat,my breathe drawn away by the face of an angel, with the eyes of a stray , the mona lisa would surely be jealous , for her beauty was waning no comparing that day.
"So where did you come from? my heart asked from within? "I'm a park avenue cat " she replied , shook her tail, and came in . As i listened contently to her stories that day ,my soul was enlightened; and i asked her to stay. For a awhile we lived happy, my life made her purr, i laced up her garments , we made love ....i was sure.
But the cat disappeared, i would lose her for days, and i tried to forgive her , after all; she's a stray. but something was different , something had changed. i should not have grown angry, i know this today.
It went on and i loved her, my home now was made , with shells and candles and pictures she made. but trouble went on and strays would come by , the thought that i'd lose her brought tears to my eyes.
"What the hells going on"? i would instinctively yell, but her eyes told the story, and i knew very well,. the past she brought with her, put her through hell.
Our house would grow somber when she cried in her room, it "TORE OUT MY HEART" but what could i do? i loved her , and needed to help her , i undoubtedly knew.
but when we were happy , when we were content , "not the real us" we said "just wait, this is not me " we would always contend.
Then one day it happened , the worst day of days; she did not come home when she went out to play, She said that her kittens were left far away , she needed them and they needed her, no more could she play.
so now she is gone , i'm alone in our bed , no longer loves purring right next to my head. sometimes i wake up and just look around then memory sparks and my heart starts to pound , "Will she ever come back ? could she leave me alone ?" park avenue cat "i love you, come home".