Rudy—our neighbor’s unique cat. |
Hardly a day goes by when we don’t look for Rudy, our neighbor’s cat…sleek, black, and oh so smart, as smart as Bella, their dog, perhaps more-so. Such is the consensus of us on this side of the street. The votes are cast, the jury has returned, the judging over: Rudy wins. Rudy is a living metaphor for cats from years gone by; for Maxwell, who would climb screen doors, knock over glasses full of soda left on tables, if he had the chance—for Darryl, brown and white, who knew his name, (always eager to respond,) to Cuddles, an all- white fur ball who would sit and wait at the kitchen window for his humans to come home…all these cats from the past can be seen in the antics of Rudy. He is a kind of feline time machine; we think so anyway, as he slinks from the neighbor's brick porch and sashays home when Don comes back…Rudy takes time and accentuates it for our sake—it seems purposeful and proper. Cat talent, so glad to oblige us. In fact, I dare say as cats go, Rudy remains timeless—he strides in delightful aura, invoking pleasant memory. As someone remarked last night: Rudy casts a long shadow through time. 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp Co-Winner 2-21-20 |