Feminism in Russia - Passport magazine
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“Try putt<strong>in</strong>g broken glass down on the floor,” said another<br />
helpfully. “The rat will cut its little feet.”<br />
“Broken glass, <strong>in</strong>deed,” thought the lady. She might be batty<br />
but she was not completely bonkers.<br />
The only answer was to get another cat.<br />
And it was at this moment that a little black kitten magically<br />
appeared <strong>in</strong> her life. He was all black, black as the ace of<br />
spades, if you know what I mean. She called him Blackjack or<br />
Jack for short and she felt he would be lucky.<br />
When he was t<strong>in</strong>y, he was awfully cute. He would chase balls<br />
of wool or playfully jump out at her from under the bed. She<br />
called him her “danc<strong>in</strong>g panther” and of course she hoped to<br />
keep him.<br />
But with Jack, th<strong>in</strong>gs would be different, she decided. If he<br />
really wanted to be free, she would not stop him. She deliberately<br />
left the door open for him but he showed no <strong>in</strong>terest<br />
<strong>in</strong> go<strong>in</strong>g out.<br />
“Come on, Jack, let’s go out,” she said one summer day. And<br />
she carried him <strong>in</strong> her arms to the woods. “Look at the birds,<br />
look at the flowers,” she said.<br />
But Jack did not seem to care about life outdoors; <strong>in</strong> fact<br />
he howled until she took him home aga<strong>in</strong>. It turned out that<br />
Jack was a stay-at-home cat. I don’t mean he was bor<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
On the contrary, he was very bright. Perhaps he had already<br />
done his travell<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> one of his other lives.<br />
He was a creature of habit, if you know what I mean. He preferred<br />
his biscuits fresh and his milk cold; he liked his little rout<strong>in</strong>es.<br />
Every even<strong>in</strong>g he would pad to the kitchen and make<br />
sure there were no rats. Then he would lie down quietly on<br />
Family pages<br />
the bed and guard the lady while she slept.<br />
Early <strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g, he expected his breakfast. He batted<br />
her with his paw if she overslept and forgot that. Then<br />
through the day he would sleep himself. He slept first on<br />
one chair, then on all the others, spread<strong>in</strong>g his sweet dreams<br />
through the whole apartment.<br />
When he woke, he would go to the kitchen to see if there<br />
was anyth<strong>in</strong>g tasty <strong>in</strong> his bowl.<br />
Jack helped the lady with her writ<strong>in</strong>g. When she sat at the<br />
computer, he jumped up onto her knee and tapped on the<br />
keyboard with his paws. And if guests came, he always made<br />
sure to welcome them on the doormat and he politely saw<br />
them off aga<strong>in</strong> when they left.<br />
Then he would check there were no rats under the bath before<br />
disappear<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to the dark wardrobe to listen to the radio<br />
that only cats can hear. Or if the sun was sh<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g, he would<br />
stretch out on the red carpet <strong>in</strong> a patch of sunlight and show<br />
off his unusually long paws.<br />
He was very beautiful and very clever. At last the lady felt<br />
at ease. She had found the cat that was right for her and it<br />
seemed Jack was happy too. He was the true spirit of her<br />
home. His purr<strong>in</strong>g warmed the flat. And when he was asleep,<br />
all curled up on the newly washed laundry, the l<strong>in</strong>en looked<br />
like a creamy white page on which Jack was a black full-stop.<br />
....better get a black one! P<br />
April 2011<br />
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