In one of the Harry Potter books, not sure which one, Harry is at the home of his Aunt and Uncle. (Isn't that the beginning of almost every HP book?) Anyway, outside, sitting under the porch light is a tabby cat. Just sitting there. Watching and guarding. Soon, once the cat believes all is well, she shape-shifts into Professor McGonagall and runs away.
Since about October, we have had visits from this white cat that lives in the neighborhood. We haven't picked it up, so we aren't sure if it is a she or a he. We made the classic mistake of feeding it once and it has come back often ever since. Sometimes it helps BT outside with watering the plants, other times it just meows at the door over and over again. B even got a small dog house to put on the back porch for it to live in when it was so cold so the cat wouldn't freeze. I call him Homeless. B calls him Mooch. He really is too fat to be truly homeless.
He went away for a while. I hadn't seen him for a month or so until he showed up last night when our friend George came over. Homeless loves George. They are buddies.
So now, ever since, Homeless/Mooch has been parked underneath our porch light just waiting and watching. Like Professor McGonagall, checking to make sure all is well.
I am half expecting to peek outside and see him shape-shift into a person and walk away.
Is it too much to imagine that person to be God? or at least Dumbledore?
A girl can dream right?
1 comment:
I'll look at Homeless with more respect from now on, he may just BE a watcher- or your own personal angel come to take care of things. Glad you guys are nice to him.
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