Last night, when I was working, I heard a cat meowing outside. I opened my door and was surprised by Flo’s face looking right at me. She was on the fencepost right outside my door obviously telling me she wanted to come in. She jumped down and walked through the door of my studio as if she’s done it a million times before. When actually she’s never been in my studio.
Fate was in the house and Flo somehow knew it. She made a circle around my quilt which was laying on the floor, never walking on it, checked out every corner and every pile of fabric. She hoped on all three chairs then on my desk.
I would have let her settle in for a while, like our barn cat Mother used to do in my Studio Barn at Old Bedlam Farm, but I was done working in my studio for the night. I covered my sewing machine, unplugged my iron, blew out my candles, turned off the heat and the lights. When I left Flo followed me out the door. She already knew the routine.