This post is about a cat. Some of you know her as Deadcatcomesback. If you missed her hissing and spitting and wandered over to her site, you would find it under lock and key because I’ve let the cat back into her wild. She did her bit, helped me cut through shit, made me jot down my novel’s first line in black eyeliner. But it’s not fair to keep a wild animal caged too long. When I said she was free to go, she raised an eyebrow but didn’t fuss. It was about time. She was getting restless and I was not wound so tight anymore. She came up to me, rubbed her body against my legs, purred, then lit out the front door.