Sure, New York offers me subways, skyscrapers, and Robitussin commercials.

But then my apartment-watcher sends this photo from LA –a rare sighting of my Donut in his previously-natural habitat.

And suddenly, who cares if 48 hours ago I was working with Dick Cavett, or that I played Scrabble in Union Square Park today. Or that I have within this island a girlfriend, a family, good friends, and exciting people yet to meet.

I even have two cats where I’m staying. But not my fickle tuxedoed boy.

Donut, according to a “cat whisperer” friend, has given up on my returning, which may explain why he’s been unseen in the apartment for the last month. He now spends most of his time in the homes of neighbors I’ve never met but who apparently are good-hearted cat people, or at least not chintzy with the meat.

I can’t decide if Donut is a turncoat (giving up on me so easily when clearly I think of him so fondly; does he even bother to mention me ONCE in HIS blog?!?) or if his abandoning our home is his way of saying that it’s just too painful, too empty and hollow without me (The same old song, but with a different meaning since i’ve been gone, as it were).

I can’t know what goes on in that tiny little brain an heart of his. This is the same soul who, whilst purring, once urinated me while I was cozy in bed. If that’s not a mixed message, I don’t know what is.

But I do know that i’ve spent this train ride to Brooklyn writing about a cat. And i’m glad he’s safe. I was just asking about him yesterday and today he shows up and I discover he’s all right.

It’s as if he knew I was wondering, on the verge of worry.

It’s as if he wanted me to know that I can keep missing him.

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