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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 11, Number 4, December 2017

Adelaide B. Shaw
Millbrook, New York, USA


I name the feral kitten which shows up in my yard after a character in a children’s book. With tidbits of food placed several inches apart on the walkway leading to the back stoop, I entice George every night to come a little closer. Eventually he comes to the stoop and lets me pet him. He eats from a bowl, even out of my hand. His tongue flickers in and out, feeling like a soft emery board as he licks around each finger.

One night he follows me inside, jumps on my lap and settles in for some petting and brushing, after almost an hour, some internal alarm sets him running to the door to be let out. Where George goes at night or during the day only he knows.

This nightly scene is replayed for almost a year. When George doesn’t show up for three nights, I make inquiries in the neighborhood. “Oh, that cat was run over and taken away,” a neighbor tells me. “Did he belong to you?”

my lonely table
the smile of a stranger
still remembered



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