Imagination, that wondrous space

She has a boy’s name and doesn’t care.

Baelfire.

The name means bonfire.  The name is apt.   Not that she responds to it, but we call her Bae.  She is one of three cats that identify my son and his fiancee as their owners and allow the young adults to share the townhouse with them.  With apologies to cat lovers, I’m not one of them.  But, when I visit their home, she fires up my imagination.

I’ve come to see Bae differently.  Previously I would be derogatory and say, “Whoever coined the phrase, curiosity killed the cat, were not talking about this one!”

I’ve come to realise …

Bae was a writer in a another life.  Her curiosity is observing other people’s curiosity.  She is solitary when she works.  And when she stops, she sends a message.

Those moments of freeze frame are moments of connection.

Much like a post.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird