Part One of PowerfulChildhoodImages – A Photographic Essay © 2009 Patricia McGurk Martin
My beautifulblackBurmesecathad huge fangs and a terrifying fighting stance - the cats I have loved are all warriors. The lovelyMona Lisa stood straight up on her back legs and furiouslyheld off the assaultingharassers in front my basement apartment. They were terrified of her, and yelled“CALLOFFYOURCAT!”, threatening to call the police. Monadidn’twantto comein the houseand was still fighting, but Iforciblybrought her in.
Whenwe returned to the apartment, I noticed there were severalangrywasps inside the small room. Monaproceeded to climb up the walls to catch and killeverywasp,finishingthe job by eatingthemall! Her muscles were tensedwhen I pettedher.
Peoplehavesaid to me in a regional dialect, “That beyour cat, ma’am. The childrenbrought you your cat.” Twocult childrenhad brought Mona Lisa to meon abicycle, with Mona lying inside the basket.
Idutifullykept the beautiful blackcat,and neverlookedback, even though I felt she had been used (probably abused) by a satanic cult.