Tessa’s sleek black fur shines in the winter sun, as her eyes dance with timid curiosity. Why all these visitors? Who are these people who I have never seen before – and I sense will never see again? Change is rising on the horizon, and inevitability is in the air, times are turning, turning in to … what?
Tessa does not know yet, but she will be moving house, to a larger space hopefully with garden to roam in.
Her lottery ticket to a better life is spinning.
Slowly Tessa licks her fur, and quietly ponders her feline fate.
Soon … her destiny will dawn.