My Great Friend Alice (Harpers Globe)

Posted by andycat

When I was a boy, I had a cat named Alice. Alice was my great friend. We played together. I loved Alice very much. One day I came home from school and I could not find her. My Father told me that Alice had gotten sick and gone away. I did not know what he meant. I had been sick before and I never went anywhere. He meant that she had died. I cried very much for her. I did not want her gone. I did not understand why she had to go. Because I did not understand, I believed she would come back from wherever she had gone to.

A few months later I saw Alice in the woods. My Father said that it wasn’t her. That my imagination was telling me something different than my eyes saw. I went back to the woods every day, but I did not see her.

One day I was playing hide and seek and I was behind the woodshed in the field and Alice walked right up to me. I thought my imagination was lying again, but then she jumped into my arms and I saw the tag on her collar. It WAS Alice. My imagination was telling the truth. I was very happy to have my great friend back!

I showed Alice to my Father and he sat me down and told me that the day Alice died, he had accidentally left the backdoor open and Alice had gotten away. He was very sorry to have let the cat go and did not want to make me angry with him, so he said that she had died. But she had not died. She was alive all along.

This is all happening again now. Except this time, the one who did not die, the one who was alive all along, is not my great friend.

He is my enemy.

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