When she stares at me it's as if she is remembering something and reminiscing. When I hold her close and put my face to her forehead there is a softness, a familiarity to her acceptance.
How can this be that this little creature, this beautiful feline, has me feeling like I am home in her presence.
She is only a year and a half old and I have shared life with her for all of 8 months.
Did she know she was never leaving? I hope so.
hugs, Deb