Maurice

This morning, long after day had broken through the brief dark of night, after She had fed us and returned to bed with a coffee, I went and curled on the bed. Then I lay on her, head resting on Her shoulder, paws around Her neck, warm like a scarf. Outside the light was gray like dusk and a storm was building to bend the trees. Inside, together, we were warm. I began to sing a quiet purr, to tell Her how much She had been missed, no pretence this time. She had been away for too long and we had begun to fear that She had found new cats.
We dozed together as close as two creatures can be and Her breath warmed my ginger fur and mine played music in Her ear, breath like the brush of a butterflies wings. I dreamt, and in my dream She shed Her clumsy human form and became cat and together we hunted the hillside in twilight blue while stars looked down. Together we moved sleek over the land, liquid cats, sky full of aireymice, mothwing and moonlight, grass full of intrigue, movement and silver. We chased stars over the sea and curled in a silvered pool of moonlight to watch the hushwing hunt the hedges.
From time to time I stirred from sleep to feel her skin against my fur, happy to let Her know that even though She is only human still She is loved.