by Don Two
Rudy—our neighbor’s unique cat.
|Hardly a day goes by when we don’t look for Rudy,
our neighbor’s cat…sleek and black and 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 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 neighbors 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
Rudy remains timeless—he
strides in delightful aura, invoking
pleasant memory. As someone said
the other night: The neighbor’s black
cat cast a long shadow through time.