My Orange Cat

My Orange Cat,

You came to me late last night after disappearing for quite some time. My heart jumped with joy when I first saw you, yet bled to know that you are unwell. You ate little but lean on me, needing to be close. Oh, I held you, and you fell sleep on my lap. And I don’t want to do my ill-wishing. My only wish for you is to see you content and healthy. I love you to be my cat, and it should be possible now. I do not wish to own you, but to make sure you have warm shelter and nice meal. And please don’t scare me with the thoughts that you would one day no longer come to see me. You would one day die without me knowing!

Seeing you yesterday reminds me of the Fox and the Little Prince concept. When the fox told the Little Prince that the sounds of his steps made the fox hurry from the ground to meet him, and the regular hour gave the Fox an exact time to be happy; in that very sense, I am too connected to you. Is it your coming that lures me from my work? Or is it me who tempts you from your hiding? That does not matter at all. Only I know that I have tamed you and you have tamed me.

I reread my writing for you and found this rather clumsy and patchy . Yet the anxious mind is not at all functioning well, I shall bring back you my usual polished style once I see you well!

All my love,
Your tamer

PS. Your collar comes from me. Can you be officially my cat?

The Little Prince (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, 1943) (see chapter 21)

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