Return of the Prodigal Cat

So it took six weeks. Where do cats go when They aren’t at my house Looking for food? But back she was At our door. Thinner but looking For a tentative petting From the cat whisperer.   We saw her for two evenings. Then another vanishing act. She is training me To let go of my feral fears. She lives as she wishes. And I learn to enjoy The gift of her presence As truly a gift. Not a requirement.