Friday, August 21, 2009
Sometimes I look at Zazu, the gentle, owlish cat who has been with me for more than fifteen years, and I wonder what she remembers of our life together. Does she remember basking in the sun on the red-tiled porch of the apartment in San Jose? Does she remember the cottage by the harbor in Santa Cruz with the mouse rustling in the kitchen at night? Does she remember watching pelicans from the fire escape of my apartment at Lake Merritt, her wide eyes growing even wider? Zazu is in the frame of so many of my memories; a soft, warm presence curled on my lap, sleeping on a chair, gazing out the window. I can hardly imagine life without her.
Posted by Tai at 10:29 AM