cat

Up at my office is a photo of my childhood pet, Caldecott. She was such a great friend. It's funny when our own bodies become estranged to us by time, those little hands that held her are so distant, stirring but innocent, holding with the intimacy of shared living an independent creature. She still lives in me, her soft long hair, I still adore all cats with black and white spotted coats. Her image draws me back like a piece of yarn tied to that green overstuffed couch, in my pjs with a sporty watch. I'm still her, that girl, somewhere, and Caldicott all these years after her passing is still remembered with such sweet fondness.