Wednesday, May 30, 2007
We must confess
The man who lives next door likes cats. In his life he has had many cats and it is the ghosts of these cats who lead the song to the moon at night. Once he was a young man and he traveled the world. Now he is old and lives alone with a black and white cat called Ndolig.
Each day one of us visits him. Each day he puts food for us. He cannot see very well now that he is old, and he forgets things easily. Sometimes we will take it in turn to visit on the same day and each time he will feed us. Because he is forgetful he thinks we are one cat. Sometimes we queue up outside his house, and as one cat comes out another goes in.
Now She has told him that we are three. But tomorrow he will forget again.