Raymond H. Hickman Sr.

writes from Midlothian, Virginia.

​Loving the Unlovable

The first time we saw him he was walking leisurely across our backyard. He paid little attention to Joan and me as we relaxed near the little fishpond. “He” was a beautiful big orange-and-white cat with long fur and a large, bushy tail. We soon discovered that he was a tomcat of Turkish Van heritage, and that his name was Tom.

We often observed his walks as we sat in the cool of the evenings. There he would go across the backyard and the garden plot, through the little patch of woods, and on toward our neighbor’s house. We tried calling to him as he passed by, but he would stop only for a moment in midstride, turn his head to look at us, and amble on …

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