Christmas Time is Here
….and I am so happy to be home. In the frozen wasteland of my youth, however frozen and icy and sad it can sometimes seem, there is also immense beauty. The lake and the woods and the trees creaking with the weight of snow and the sound the ice makes on the branches when the wind upsets the evergreens, all of this is beautiful.
My mom and dad came to pick me up from la universidad the other day, and we got lunch before heading home. I was talking to them about family stuff and asked, “How is my cat?” And they just looked at each other like “Oh shit.”
So apparently my cat ran away from home almost two weeks ago now. He got outside and my parents think there was a cat fight and he hasn’t come back. They have done everything, called everyone, had a hundred flyers posted, but no luck. A few false alarms of people finding other black cats, but none of them are MY cat. I am distraught. They didn’t want to tell me right before finals week, when I had so much work and was all alone. I guess I understand but it doesn’t make it hurt any less to think of my cat outside freezing to death somewhere.
I really think he’s going to come home. That sounds lame. No it doesn’t. You know what is lame, is trying to pretend you don’t believe in something when you really do. I really really really believe he’s gonna come home, and I think that wherever he is now, he is okay. I really believe that. He will come home and it will be a Christmas miracle! I am almost 20 but I still believe in miracles and magic and Christmas and I think that my cat is going to come home.
