For most of her life, Flo was on the other side of the glass, in the cold looking in. A barn cat, she knew no other life, no other way, she feared the house, the people and the dogs inside of it, she hid from us.  Her life has changed, ours too, now Flo studies the cold from her perch by the living room window, she always finds a high spot and curls up, she waits for me to take a nap and settles on my chest, we rest together. Maria says she loves me, but how does one know what a cat loves?

I did enjoy taking this photo of her, through the looking glass, on the other side.