by Charlotte Wlodkowski
The end of June gave us a treat with warm mornings. Just as the sun rose early, so did we. Like most newlyweds, we were ready to purchase our first home. On one particular Saturday, we arrived before the real estate agent. Our only option was to wait in the car. After idle conversation, I began to evaluate the area that could possibly be our home address. The exterior of the homes were well-kept. This neighborhood had potential.
I spied an adult cat roaming the dead-end street. I will admit, I’m more of a cat person than a dog person. Cats are intriguing. One really needs to gain the trust of a cat to happily coexist. A dog is obedient to a fault. Cats demonstrate intellectual abilities, more so than dogs. Although you could say that cats are tame, there still lies a totally independent air about them.
As any cat loving person would do, I stepped out of the car with the intention of petting this unknown cat. Besides, I was bored just sitting. As the cat sundered my way, he began to talk. I replied back in my language. Maybe he liked what he heard and thus came closer without hesitation. He was an average-sized, non-descriptive looking cat. I could hear purring sounds as I continued to whisper sweet nothings. It was apparent that someone cared for this cat. He was groomed and well feed. As I gently stroked his brown, soft fur, he seemed to enjoy the attention. He trusted me and I he. So as not to frighten him, I slowly lowered one knee to the pavement to be at eye level. This everyday looking cat placed one paw on my bent knee to raise his body, and with the other paw, caressed my neck. He then rubbed his cheek against my cheek as if to give me a hug and a kiss.
Though my heart was racing, I dared not move a muscle. This seemingly ordinary cat was acting with great tenderness. This feline was a stranger yet demonstrated a human quality called affection. He quickly returned to roaming the street as if his actions were normal. I was fixed with amazement in the kneeling position so I could watch as he nonchalantly strolled away.
I practically ran to the car and blurted to Ed, “Did you see what just happened?”
I didn’t think anyone would believe me unless I had an eyewitness. Ed did observe this extra ordinary action from an ordinary feline. I can be certain this affectionate expression will never be experienced again.
Writing family stories was the beginning of recognizing a new form of communication for Charlotte Wlodkowski–writing. A member of the Millvale Library Writer’s Group, it is her hope that her stories opens the hearts and mind of readers.