My daughter and I continue to visit with the puffy cat known as Big Boy. We look forward to these walks like two teenage girls debating whether they should walk around the block just one more time to catch a glimpse of some handsome neighborhood boy. During Trick or Treat last month, we talked to his owners and discovered that his name is actually Baxter and that he was named after the street where he was found wandering 12 years ago. At that time, he was just two hands big.
I think of how it would have felt to hold that purring puff ball when he was so small, and all feels calm.