crossing paths

A teensy black cat has moved into the flats across the way. Her name is Artemis + this week she has started hanging out at my place. For the last three mornings she has been there, big eyes staring, when I open my blinds. Hanging out, comfortable in the thyme patch.

She is very shy, but we have started talking to each other. I like our tentative conversations.

I think I will miss her when I go.