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So What Happened To Grady?

by Chris Sorrenti

Despite an early September frost, as usual, I opened the back door to let Grady in.

It was his habit to show up in the early morning, and for the next half hour, eat like a horse, then sleep it off till mid to late afternoon. He’d then get up, eat like a horse again, before disappearing the rest of the night.

Before bed, he’d climb up, plant himself on our chests...wrap his body around our heads, purring loudly as a young cat does.

This particular morning though...no Grady. I called several times over the next hour...but nothing. Instinct kicked in as I soon realized he wouldn’t be back...still calling out for him in the weeks ahead.

Although never really our cat, more a neighborhood stray, we welcomed him anyway. Filled a wide gap left behind by the disappearance of our orange tabby, Morty.

In hindsight...we were blessed by Grady’s presence...even if but for a few short months.

 photo Grady July 13 2019 RED4040  by Jason Sorrenti.jpg

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Photo © July 2019 Jason Sorrenti

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Author's Note: A vignette.

Posted on 02/05/2020
Copyright © 2020 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Brian Francis on 02/05/20 at 02:06 PM

I too had a friend show up in my life when I needed her (a black Manx) maybe we vibrate at an inaudible frequency when we are in need. Damn cat saved me in my darkest hour. You honor Grady I share your respect for him. Nice work.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/07/20 at 10:53 PM

He's a handsome fellow. This is a fine tribute to Grady wherever he might be feasting today.

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