Gven Kuper - Love Saves The Day

LOVE SAVES THE DAY

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Prudence

THERE ARE TWO WAYS HUMANS HAVE OF NOT TELLING THE TRUTH. The first used to be hard for me to understand because it doesnt come with any of the usual signs of not-truth-telling. Like the time Sarah called my white paws socks.Look at your adorable little socks, she said. Socks are what humans wear on their feet to make them more like cats paws. But my paws are already padded and soft, and I cant imagine any self-respecting cat tolerating something as silly as socks for very long.

So at first I thought Sarah was trying to trick me by saying something that wasnt true. Like the time she took me to the Bad Place and said,Dont worry, theyre going to make you healthy and strong. I knew from the tightness in her voice when she put me into my carrier that some betrayal was coming. And it turned out I was right. They stabbed me with sharp things there and forced me to hold still while human fingers poked into every part of my body, even my mouth.

When it was all over, the lady who did it put me back into my carrier and told Sarah,Prudence has such cute white socks! She was smiling and calm when she said it, so I knew she wasnt trying to trick Sarah like Sarah had tried to trick me about going there in the first place. I thought maybe I should lick my paws or do something to show them that these were my real feet, not the fake feet humans put on before they go outside. I thought that maybe humans werent as smart as cats and wouldnt understand such subtle distinctions unless they were pointed out.

That was when I was very young, just a kitten, reallyback when I first came to live with Sarah. Now I know that humans sometimes best understand the truth of things if they come at it indirectly. Like how sometimes the best way to catch a mouse thats right in front of you is to back up a bit before you pounce.

And later at home, looking at my reflection in Sarahs mirror (once I realized it was my reflection and not some other cat who was trying to take my home away from me), I saw how the bottoms of my legs did look a bit like the socks Sarah sometimes wears.

Still, to say that theywere socks and not that theylooked like socks was clearly untrue.

The other way humans have of not telling the truth is when theyre trying to trick one another outright. Like when Laura visits and says,Im sorry I havent been here in such a long time, Mom, I really wanted to come sooner and its obvious, by the way her face turns light pink and her shoulders tense, that what she really means is she never wants to come here. And Sarah says,Oh, of course, I understand, when you can tell by the way her voice gets higher and her eyebrows scrunch up that she doesnt understand at all.

I used to wonder where the rest of Lauras littermates were and how come they never came over to see us. But I dont think Laura has any littermates. Maybe humans have smaller litters than cats, or maybe something happened to the others. After all, I used to have littermates, too.

But that was a long time ago. Before I found Sarah.

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The Bad Place is a short walk from where we live in a place called Lower East Side. (Technically, it was Sarah who walked there, because I was in my carrier. Still, it didnt take her very long, and cats can walk faster than humans. Thats a fact.) The lady there told Sarah that Im a polydactyl brown tabby. Sarah asked if that meant I was some kind of flying dinosaur? The lady laughed and said, no, it just means I have extra toes. Im not sure which of my toes are supposed to be the extra ones though, because Im positive I need them all. And its not really true to say Im brown because parts of me are whitelike my chest and my chin and the bottoms of my legs. Also, my eyes are green. And even the parts of me that are brown have darker stripes that are almost black. But Ive noticed that humans arent as precise as cats are. Its hard to believe they feel safe enough to sleep at night.

The stabbing lady also told Sarah that I was too skinny, which was to be expected because Id been living by myself on the street. She said Id probably fatten up quickly. Ive gotten much taller and longer since then, but Im still pretty skinny. Sarah says Im lucky to stay that way without having to try. But the truth is Im skinny because I never eat all the food Sarah gives me. Thats because even though she feeds me every day, she never feeds me at exactly the same time. Sometimes she feeds me first thing in the morning, sometimes she feeds me when its closer to midday. There have even been times when she hasnt fed me until after its dark. Thats why I always make sure to keep some food left over, in case one day Sarah forgets to feed me altogether.

And it turns out I was right to worry. Sarah hasnt been home to feed mehasnt been home at allin five days. The first two days I had to get by on what was left over in my food bowl. I even jumped onto the counter where my bag of dry food is kept and used my teeth and claws to make a small hole in it so I could get some food out myself.(I would normally never do that because its bad manners. But sometimes there are things more important than manners.)

Finally, on the third day, a woman I recognized as one of our neighbors came over and opened a can of food for me.Prudence! she called.Come and eat, poor kitty, you must be so hungry.

I had been waiting under the couch for her to leave, but I came out when I heard the can open. The woman tried to stroke my head, though, so I had to go back under the couch again and twitch the muscles on my back very fast until I felt calm. I dont like to be touched by humans I dont know well. So I waited until she left before I came out to eat, even though I was starving after two days with hardly any food.

The woman has been back to feed me every day since then, although I still wont come out from under-the-couch until shes gone. Maybe shes trying to trap me with the food. Maybe shes already trapped Sarah somewhere, and thats why Sarah hasnt been home for so long.

To pass the time while I wait for Sarah to come back, I sit on the windowsillthe one that overlooks the fire escape Sarah says Im never,ever supposed to go ontoand watch whats happening on the street. This also gives me a clear view of the entrance to our building, which means Ill see Sarah as soon as she comes back.

To get to the windowsill, I jump from the floor to the coffee table, and then from the coffee table to the couch. Then I climb to the back of the couch and step right onto the windowsill. I can jump directly from the floor to the windowsill, of course (I could jump much higher than that if I had to), but this way I can check to make sure everything is safe and exactly the way I left it. If the little, everyday things dont change, it makes sense that the bigger and more important things wont change, either. If I keep doing things the way I always do, Sarah will have to come back the way she always does. Probably I made a mistake of some kind a few days agodid something in a different order than Im supposed toand thats what made her go away.

Sarah and I have been roommates for three years, one month, and sixteen days. I would tell you how many hours and seconds weve been together, but cats dont use hours and seconds. We know thats something humans made up. Cats have an instinct that tells us exactly when the right time for everything is. Humans never know when theyre supposed to do anything, so they need things like clocks and timers to tell them. Twice a year, Sarah sets all the clocks in our apartment forward one hour or back one hour, and that just proves how made-up hours are. Because its not like you can tell everybody to move the world one whole day back or one whole year ahead and have it be true.

You might think Sarah and I are a family because we live together, but not everybody who lives together is a family. Sometimes theyre roommates. The difference is that, in a family, everybody does things together, and they do those things at the same time every day. They all eat breakfast with each other, and breakfast is always at the same time in the morning. Then they have dinner together, and that always happens at the same time, too. They take each other to school or work and then pick each other up from those places a few hours later, and both the picking-up and the dropping-off happen on a schedule. I learned all about it from the TV shows Sarah and I watch together. Even the TV shows about families always comeon at the same time, every day.