Meggie

She is the loudest one.
The most dramatic.
The one who always has something to say.

We once said we wanted a ginger cat.
Life smiled and sent us Meggie instead.

Not orange.
Not calm.
Not quiet.

But impossible to ignore.

Even as a kitten she tasted everything.
Fresh cakes on the table.
Warm bread.
Anything left unattended for two seconds.

Our little food thief.
Our kitchen supervisor.
Our permanent buffet inspector.

She talks when we wake up.
She talks when we cook.
She talks when nothing at all is happening.

And then there is that look.

Sharp.
Almost wild.
Like she knows something we don’t.

Sometimes we joke that even we are a little scared of her.

But the house would feel empty without that voice,
without the chaos,
without Meggie.

Not quiet at all.
Still, completely ours.