A cat left me this week. Or rather, a cat left everyone this week.
Although she didn't like water, I think she would have been very happy floating away on one of these barges.
She would have stretched out long and twisted against the hot metal and tucked her little chin away under a paw; legs one direction and nose the other. She made awkward look sophisticated.
She would yawn endlessly and purr along with the motor. She would glance with disinterest at the Islands passing. She would lick her tousled fur back to place like a lady. She would be peaceful with the open water unfolding around her vessel.
And she would be warm. She would always, always be warm from this day forward and forever.
This photo is for Honey.