Caged for Him, Crowned by Another
Seeing it lifted the gloom from me.
Jonathan bought it, saying pets heal the heart; when I felt down, I should hold it and let it warm me.
Of course, if it warmed me, I must care for it properly—plump it up, keep its fur glossy. So I bought cat food, a bed, cans of pâté—an entire haul.
On the way home, the sky opened. A gray stray cowered under an awning, soaking wet.
The shopkeeper kicked it away, and the cat slunk out into the downpour to seek shelter. I thought of myself—an orphan, drifting, always without a home, always looked down on.
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