I'm moving to Durham in a week, I found a new home for my cat, and torrential rains are coming down. I miss her, the way she sat on the window sill and watched the bluebirds, the way she nuzzled me, comforted me when I was afraid, scrapped her food out of her bowl one by one with her paw, knocked my hand, causing me to spill the water, when I put down her water dish. Her sweet meows, her huge green eyes, soft fur, soft paws, playfulness...A gorgeous animal, a calico.
She's hissing at her new owner, refusing to come out from hiding behind the curtain. Hearing this was like getting news of my five year old mis-behaving at school. How out of character. Something is bothering her. Like maybe feeling abandoned.