Now and then I am reminded that my calico, Cleo, my only girl, is damaged goods.
She is absolutely terrified of me now that I've lost my voice. I sound different. I must be someone else, someone who's going to hurt her. So I'm not talking to the cats until I'm better, just whispering.
It's heartbreaking. But she loves me, with her whole enormous heart. That is the best and biggest gift I've ever gotten, her trust.
I'm sorry you're scared, Baby. I will never hurt you.
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