The Clear and Simple Way

   The small black cat I befriended in September is sitting on the window ledge in the morning sun shining her fur. Her name is Blossom, yet she is more like a wild forest. She has spent her youth running through the house like a fire, investigating everything. Last night a crash woke me from my sleep, but since the dogs didn't bark, I knew there was no danger. Morning found a bookcase toppled, by a  young black cat who has come into heat and doesn't  know what to do with all those new feelings coursing through her body. Soon she will need a visit to the vet so she will not populate the over-populated cat world. I remember when she was a tiny ktten, hardly alive, doing her best to crawl her way up the steps. I fed her goats milk from a bottle and apparently it was just what she needed to arrive here on the window sill today.