I Wanted To Stay.....

but I just couldn't, Mimi. I really tried hard to fit in but it was a struggle every day after being on my own for so long. I know your heart was weighed down by the regret of moving me away from my familiar surroundings. I know you didn't know
much about feral cats and why sometimes it's just best to not interfere. Since then you've learned so much about ferals from your group and you can teach this to others.
Because of my status in life I love you all the more because you cared and you were willing to try and give me everything you thought I needed. Little Candy and Peachy were so sweet to me, but I could never quite get comfortable with Sonny always growling at me....and then Zorro! My sweet Mimi, I would have never had the courage to leave if it hadn't been for Zorro. Please try not to blame him so much.

I know you've searched for me for almost 18 months and if you could just know in your heart that saying Good-Bye is not giving up hope. Know that I am well and I am safe and glad am I today....the fear that I had borne so long has now been put away. I look forward to the day when you come to reclaim me and then all will be right for us to be together. Mimi our hearts will always be one and....

I Will Always Remember You,
~Your Little Gypsy~


P.S. It's time to give little Zorro his page on Catster.

Since Yesterday

Where has she gone since Yesterday,
And left us lonely here?
Tonight she seems so far away
Who yester-eve was near;
No map of ours on sea or land
That journeying may trace,
We only know she's may be Home,
And seen the Father's face.

And, oh, she knows since Yesterday,
And she'll be learning fast;
The mists of Earth are cleared away,
The mysteries are past;
The sun of truth in radiance glows
All shadowless and bright,
Undimmed by any cloud on Earth,
Undarkened by its night.

Where has she gone since Yesterday
And where's she going still?
The bonds of Time and Sense and Space
That irked the eager will
Were dropped like shackles from the soul
In that first upward flight,
The weary body frets no more
The spirit, freed and light.

O dear, familiar Yesterday!
O sad and strange Today!
Yet who could call the glad soul back
To rouse the resting clay?
Or who could wish that she might share
Our morrow's toil and strife,
Who, loosed from Death and all its pains,
Has entered into Life?
~Annie Johnson Flint
from Streams In The Desert Vol. 5