Almost three weeks ago, our cat Frida disappeared. Maybe she ran off and joined the bunnies - or the bears- or the wild turkeys - or the trio of deer. She's vision questing, or bird calling, or pilgrimaging to her birth place. She's crossing the Tappan Zee now.
Or she stayed - like I want to, long into the night, looking - right up the hill from the house - and looked up between the birches and saw two eyes looking back, and her mercurial energy is now fueling a young brood of fishercats, her bones mulch for red maple saplings. I can't help looking for her.
