Saturday essay: Winslow & Wyeth
The house had grown quiet. Too quiet.
Old age claimed two large dogs over the past two years. Moving kids and divorce claimed the aged cat, a mutt and a little yipper of a Chihuahua. After 25 years, the house was petless. And, in many ways, joyless.
But sound and joy returned to the house last weekend with the adoption of two cats from Animal Friends. The pair, 1-year-old Tortoiseshell-Tabby sisters, had resided at the sprawling North Hills complex since late November. Elder daughter Taylor, owner of two cats, accompanied her dad on a trip “just to look.”
We all know how that goes.
This pair of Torbies, as they are known, redubbed Winslow and Wyeth (after favorite artists Winslow Homer and Andrew Wyeth) are doing quite well. Winslow, the bold one at the shelter, is a bit more reserved in her new abode, waiting and watching but still making a comedian of herself. Wyeth, shy and timid at Animal Friends, quickly came out of her shell and has become a wonderfully verbalizing bundle of pet-me fur.
Once said late French writer and filmmaker Jean Cocteau, “I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
And these two bits of fresh soul are just what the old house needed, just when it needed it.
— Colin McNickle