27th
September 2013
Dear Cassi,
I was roused today by Pickle saying that a woman
who lives down the street had found a dead cat that they believed belonged to
me. He took this to mean Hyde, and I asked him to get the location of the body
for my inspection. I drew from bed in a numb way and seeing Caramel un-impacted
by the supposed loss of his brother I took to learn the truth before believing.
As I left my door I found Hyde coming from under
my car and lifting this beloved animal to my shoulder showed Pickle that he was
very much alive. With some relief I went to see what cat they had meant and
found a long dead animal on my neighbor’s property.
It was a large, black and white, long harried cat
who I had seen from time to time. The body was unmarred by predation and the
animal appeared to have died right where it lay.
This was a cryptic reminder of the world we live
in. Could it have been that my neighbor killed this animal? Had it died of
drinking some car fluid? Who knows? Only the guilty.
Stay safe, little sister,
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