Ronnie Kray is missing. Ronnie Kray is on the run. Ronnie Kray is gone. Ronnie, the name I heard her calling under my window the other night is one of her oh so precious cats. She loves them. She carries them sometimes in a soft cage strapped to her chest. She takes them for walks. She has computerised tags attached to their collars. She will be devastated. My heart goes out to her. I hope he is safe somewhere in an outhouse or sitting by a stranger’s fire being fed. Another home from home. And that he will soon return. Cat’s are fickle, not like dogs. I wish him a safe return. For her. For her.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.