As a working cat, Zip is always looking for work. During the snow and bitter cold, I didn’t take photos outside. Zip was waiting for me every morning. When I came to work this morning, he was waiting for me, too. We resumed our work together, with him sitting alongside me and cheering me on while I worked. It was cold but sunny. I feel support and energy coming from him; he’s a part of the flower thing now, and he is always there. I’ve also got birds on the corner of the house, letting me always get closer.

They are a part of it now.

I’m lucky to have assistants like this. People always insist that animals like Zip think and that maybe so. I love the thought but have never heard him tell me what he feels or speak in a language I know.  I love his company, and I love its mystery. I don’t need to turn him into an English Professor with a vocabulary of hundreds of words.  As for birds, they see to me to speak with their wings.