A Story for the New Year
One of those ways is that he did not speak. Antonio made his presence known, certainly, but as far as I knew, he could not meow.
He would often open his mouth as if he were going to speak, but no, only silence emerged.
I had had Antonio several years before I got a catnip plant. Antonio, as cats tend to do, enjoyed the catnip. He and my other cat enjoyed the plant to death – they knocked it from the shelf on the front porch and ate it down to nubs.
When I opened the front door the next morning, I spied a broken pot, a pile of dirt and roots, and two tired, marble-eyed cats.
I let several years go by before I got another catnip plant. After giving the cats a few sprigs, I put the plant in a spot where they absolutely could not reach it.
Antonio walked over beneath the plant, sat down, looked at me, and said, in a very clear and distinct voice, “Meow.”
Lesson: When you want something bad enough, you’ll find the voice to ask for it.