Once
upon a time, in a condominium in the centre of a big city, there lived
a slightly plump cat who was never let out. Every day, she would stare
out the screen window of the condominium at the traffic and the people
rushing by and the dogs being walked and the bicycles tinkling their
bells and, of course, at the birds.
One of those birds, which
was also slightly plump, perched on the streetlight outside the
condominium window every day. And every day the cat who was never let
out would crouch down and stare at the bird who was never let in, and
the bird who was never let in would stare back.
I
imagine the cat who was never let out envied the bird who was never let
in. I imagine she imagined chasing and catching and eating the bird,
and imagined it tasted delicious. I imagine she wondered what it would
be like to be outside. I wonder if the cat could ever remember being
outside.
I imagine the bird who was never let in wondered what
it would be like to be inside. The cat who was never let out seemed
very content and well-fed and perhaps a little lazy. What would it be
like to never have to do anything, to get food and warmth for nothing?
One
day, the cat who was never let out got a special treat: Her breakfast
was served on the window sill where she watched the world and the bird
who was never let in. This was too much for the bird who was never let
in. He flew down onto the cement awning (over the first floor shops
below) outside the second-story window where the cat who was never let
out was eating and staring. He walked right up to the window and pecked
at the screen where the breakfast bowl was sitting. The cat who was
never let out lunged and the screen gave way, falling onto the cement
awning, with the cat tumbling on top of it. The bird who was never let
in retreated to the streetlight.
For a moment the cat who was
never let out (who was now out) froze. Then cautiously she crept to the
edge of the awning and peered over the edge.
Suddenly the bird
who was never let in made a beeline for the cat's food on the window
sill. The bird who was never let in was now in. The cat who was never
let out, who was out, charged back in in pursuit. After much noise and
feathers flying the bird who was never let in emerged and retreated
towards the streetlight again. The cat who was never let out came back
out and lunged after the bird who was never let in (who was out, on the
edge of the cement awning) and toppled over the edge, twelve feet to
the sidewalk below.
Slightly dazed but not hurt, the cat who
was never let out, who was now really out, panicked at the shouts of a
cyclist whizzing by, and she darted into the traffic. Horns honked as
cars screeched to a halt, but she made it safely across and cowered in
a basement window grating, mewing piteously.
Meanwhile, the bird
who was never let in, was back in, eating the food of the cat who was
never let out, who was out. Screams ensued as two women appeared at the
window in panic. One of them ran out the door to the stairs to find the
cat who was never let out (who was out) while the other picked up a
broom and began chasing the bird who was never let in (who was in) all
around the condominium apartment.
The poor bird who was never
let in (who was in) was squawking in terror, trying to find the way out
in the maze of little rooms in the little apartment, and to avoid the
swinging broom of the hysterical woman. Finally, he found the exit and
swooped out, and the woman carefully retrieved the screen from the
cement awning and put it back into place.
The other woman had by
then retrieved the cat who was never let out (who was out, hiding in
the window grating) and was scolding her angrily but holding her
tightly as she crossed the road and went back into the apartment.
And so the cat who was never let out was back in, and the bird who was never let in was back out.
The
next day, as the cat who was never let out jumped up to the window
sill, she discovered the window had been closed. She could still look
out, but she could not hear the sounds or smell the smells.
Soon
after, the bird who was never let in soared down and perched on the
streetlight. The two creatures stared at each other. Can you imagine
what they were thinking?
And then suddenly, it was as if the cat who was never let out winked
at the bird who was never let in. Or was she blinking back a tear? And
then the bird who was never let in shrugged and tilted his head and
laughed at the cat who was never let out. Or was it a sigh?
And
since then, every day the cat who was never let out waits for the bird
who was never let in, and they stare at each other and gesture to each
other. As if they know something we could never imagine.
Cat photo by local photographer Terry Krysak. Bird photo by J. Scott Bovitz.
No
creatures were harmed in the making of this fable. The cat and the bird
are real; I see them every day from my office window. The story is
imagined.
Category: Fables (for my granddaughter Cassandra) |
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