THROUGH THE EYES OF THE CAT

"This is the tale of the witch, a witch who didn’t walk in the light, she walked in darkness being the light herself".

My memories are running wild tonight, the moon is as bright as that night, the night I meet her, it was cold and beautiful but my spirit was restless, my siblings were taken away from me and my older brother was missing during the rain, I was in pain and I was afraid, despite of being a chaotic night the moon shone beautiful above me.

Norris is the fluffy black cat and the young man at the left and the picture and katrina is right the cat.

Her eyes are close right now as she sleeps, and her face showered in moonlight makes me wonder what would happened if I wasn’t that lucky? What would I be if I fell in the hands of darkness? I’m thinking about my brother and the witch, the witch who took me and nourish me, that now sleeps soundly next to me.

So beautiful and mysterious, how this face was covered in blood and agony, mainly burn and wet, one of her eyes was missing and her skin smelled of ashes and mud, and near her pathway I was trapped in the bushes of thorns. She took me out and hold my shivering body away of the caos of the night, she was defeated by anger but she was in silence as she walked out of the woods to find the meadows.

And so we reach the meadows and she collected herbs to heal my wound, I let her fix me, I let her pet me and I stayed; she was love in a roughly shape, a soul with a sensible heart and eyes of fire. Power wearing beauty, and kindness hidden in stone. We both walked together the same path she started alone, because the darkness she was fighting was my fight too. I never believe in destiny, animals doesn’t care much about it but after of everything I’ve gone throught with her by my side I believe I was chosen for her and she was chosen for me.

Precious things lays hidden and they will be visible for those who want to see without judgement, for those who seek the truth, for those who are meant to be in the path of righteousness just like I was chosen when she grabbed me and nourish me. This is the tale of the witch, a witch who didn’t walk in the light, she walked in darkness being the light herself.

She was born in fire, to be my light, to love me and to cherish the friendship we forge in the countless nights of time.