I saw her once, and I know she didn’t belong to the place.
Never was, never will.
She was sitting on the steps of a stair, like a princess, looking at the new world ahead of her.
She is an inventor; and explorer. As her eyes, round and brilliant, seeking for the next new joy and excitement, she forsaken a creeping alarm of the danger and merciless preying dimension that loom above and beyond.
Perhaps, no, I am convinced, she was not born with it, like any of her kind I have known would have.
She belonged to someone, belonged to a home, rooted to a family. And yet, that starlit bead eye, that white half kiss, her velvety coat could not secure the love that she has abundantly given to all around her.
Perhaps her liveliness? Maybe her playful spirit?
I stood at the bottom of her stairs, extending my arm.
“My lady, what honor to meet you”
She is still young, very young to be where she is; two, three months ago. And still she owns all the glory that comes with her being, as she gracefully, withholding her excitement as her caution once again fade away, stepped down her throne.
“Where have you been? Where are you from?”
She wouldn’t answer; she shouldn’t be. Life is happening and the past might not be told.
She came to my arm so willingly, as if flowing with the wind; and let my hand touch her cheek, pat the back of her head, covered in that black, glistening thick coat.
In contrary to such sweet surrender, my heart just sunk deeper.
She will not survive this world. This world where I belong and have traveled wide and far to the depth of its rot.
So I brought her home. Where she spent one night in the corner, but the next day, beamed with love and light.
So I brought her for spay, that she would be exorcised once and for all from the curse that befall many like her.
And she becomes the light of our home. She becomes the laughter and excitement. She becomes the guiding star, in inventing new play, new fun; in researching every nook, and discovered new cranny.
She belongs to us, as we belongs to her. She becomes our family, as our love to her only grow. She is rooted to our life, as the whole new life that she brought around her, and complete our sometimes dreary days.
May she love long and prosper.