I live in a second story walk up, entirely landlocked with the nearest highest peak being the newly constructed monstrous mansion of a house on the corner and the closest body of water being the harbor beach five miles away, yet I can state with all honesty that I live within The Great Divide.  No, I refer not to that primarily mountainous divide separating the watersheds draining into the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans but rather the once spacious apartment now sub-divided into two smaller sections of apartment style space.  Not by the doings of a greedy slumlord but at the paws of a cantankerous cat. 

Molly had been living in a shelter for over a year. She was matted and rail thin but purred when she saw me and to the shock of shelter volunteers allowed me to pick her up. She didn’t seem to bother or be bothered by other cats but surely a little one on one time with my furry little lovebug at home would change that and bring out Molly’s personality. And so it did… with a hiss and a growl and a quick swipe of her paw to the face of her new, and confused, roomie.

This past month, Molly has taken over the bedroom and, except for me for whom she is a pure delight, accepts no other intrusion to her world, not even a breach of threshold is tolerated. My hope is that time will overcome Molly’s shelter issues and peace will once again descend but until then there shall remain this new great divide amusingly known as life with the cats…