Cats Can Meow the Same Frequency as Babies: An Erasure D. Walsh Gilbert They’d been living in the hollow of a rotted cottonwood. Within minutes, two feral kittens, born to tuxedo cats and abandoned, catch the scent of salmon left inside the Have-a-Heart, which snaps up their fragile cries and matted fur, tight and secure. They hadn’t had a drop of milk in days. Hollow. Within feral kittens abandoned, a heart snaps in days. Housebound after her hysterectomy, with double-hung windows opened wide, my daughter hears the two of them bawl. Every body enfolds the essence of an animal. Catch the scent. Left inside, –fragile– a drop of milk. |