The first time I saw you was in bright early morning light, crossing a wide clearing in the woods just beyond the yard. A small tuxedo cat, black body, lifting your little white feet up high to clear the dense grass, moving in a brisk graceful prance toward the shadows of the woods. Open space was not safe.   

Seeing you outside was disconcerting. You looked exactly like our Diana.  I searched to find her curled on my bed-perhaps dreaming of the safety of the woods.   Read More