It was around 1997. Since I had my own place now, I knew we weren't allow any pets in the apartments and I wanted to have a cat but it wasn't allow, even though I was family with the owner (second cousin) of the building. My friend Angela had a cat and called it Ginger. Ginger had 3 legs the back leg was gone. She brought Ginger over to me and I had to hide the cat from Ned (the owner). I was getting disappointed with Ginger because she kept shitting in the bathroom and not the kitty litter. I hid the kitty litter in the box in the hot press with the hopes that Ginger would go into the box in there, but the shit continued. I wasn't sure how I would train her because she was already an adult cat and was used to outside. I thought that maybe if I let her out the back door which lead to the fire escaped she would go to the bathroom then. I even kept the kitchen window opened where she was able to jump in and out of the window whenever she wanted.
It wasn't that long until Ned questioned me if I had a cat. I couldn't lie to him because I had a feeling he knew it. Maybe he was in the apartment when I wasn't there and saw the cat. I knew I was caught. He told me that I couldn't keep her and needed to find a home. I was very sad and upset because I grew up with cats and needed a companion. I saw myself talking to Ginger and I was crying. Nobody wanted to take her, so sad to say it left me with no choice but let her free. I thought about the song "Born Free" from that movie "Born Free". I had to open the back down and I remember holding her tight and saying, "You have to go. Your free now. Go on now" as I watched her walk away. She did try to come back a couple of times and looking into the window and that even broke my heart even more. I never saw her again after that.
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