“The cat’s sanctuary is about five miles from here,” I replied continuing to walk in silence. They had been released in a near perfect environment; rolling hills edged with forests and fields and nearly predator free with a high population of rabbits. In the years since, I would occasionally catch a glimpse of one, but most of the time their consciousness would brush against mine, and then they vanished.
But this female was different. She didn’t just touch my consciousness; she would communicate with me. We had become friends of sorts. At first she would come out of the bushes to let me see her, she’d bow her head at me and I’d reciprocate. Then she was gone. Lately she had started inviting me to sit with her by her den where we would share images. When we were finished, she would walk me part way down the trail and vanish.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Turin said breaking me from my thoughts.
“What? Oh, um, nothing,” I said shaking my head.
“Then may I ask you a question?” he said.
I hesitated to respond choosing instead to give him a sideways glance and continue walking.
“May I?” he repeated.