Rosie

So, my neighbor has seen Rosie, our cat who fell from our 3rd floor balcony 3 weeks ago.... he told us about the weekend sitings yesterday, and we spent the evening calling for her. We saw her dart from the bushes in front of 'E' Building to the undercarriage of a huge-ass truck parked across the street.

We laid on the grass next to the truck and left food out for her. Sam sang a beautiful song for her while we lay there in the sun. Then we said a little prayer for her and went back inside for the night.

After seeing the dismembered bird wings scattered around the grounds, I wondered if Rosie would even consent to be an indoor cat again. Scampering in the wild is what a cat like Rosie was hard-wired for.


I stood where Rosie would have landed after falling off the balcony. Good God, what a drop. Standing there I shivered, wondering how in the hell any animal could survive such a thing.....



I like the thought of a cat always landing on their feet. I think when all is said and done, most of we humans have the same capacity.

What do you think?