![]() ![]() I was a streak of black against the night, darker than the forest, yet a part of it, as I hadn’t been in weeks. ![]() My paws snapped through twigs and sank into underbrush, pushing against the earth to propel me faster, higher. I’d been hiding the feline half of my life for a year and a half, and my secret forest run was just a temporary reprieve from all things human. Soon I’d have to put on my human skin so I could be Abby Wade, normal college sophomore. To my friends’ idea of “roughing it” with battery powered radios, canned food, and no-rinse bathing wipes, guaranteed to keep you fresh even days into a showerless camping trip. Soon I’d have to go back to the campfire. Winding through my soul, with the knowledge that I was but part of a whole, a single predator serving nature as surely as it served me. ![]() Blowing through my fur with the scents of pine, and ash, and warm, plump rodent. They couldn’t feel it like I felt it either, poking at my paws with sticks and thorns. Huddled in down jackets and sleeping bags, they thought they owned the world by virtue of their ability to tame it, and that was an understandable mistake. ![]() The others, with their human ears, heard only the crackle of the campfire and their own voices. The forest was singing, and its song was all mine. To my husband-my number one fan, my other half,Īnd my partner in this first independent project. ![]()
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