Skobath went outside today, just darted out the door between my feet when I opened the door.
She made it to the end of the front step and stopped abruptly when faced with the great expanse of the yard and meadow.
She’s come with me to a number of events in town, but always securely in my arms or in a sling. She’s never given any indication of wanting the free life of an outdoor cat.
I scooped her up from the edge of the step and her eyes widened at the brightness of the sky, her pupils expanding like ink across a page and as the sun became reflected in their depths I saw the starfield light up.
She turned those night sky eyes towards me and I became lost in their depths.
Maybe taking her to the moon ritual wasn’t actually a great idea.