I don't remember asking Big Time if she liked her name or if she even knows why she's called that. I guess, I never needed a reason to ask her. I met her in a space she created: her living room, the house's sala.

I told her she feels like "a rescue" and she didn't contest. In my years of talking with animals, that energy is almost easy to spot. Animals who have been saved from harsh conditions often know the feeling of real fear and so many of them have "a strong cling to life." That is, if their body survives the harshest conditions, often they choose to fight and live some more. Both of these, Big Time carried in her heart. But there was another interesting thing about this girl. She showed me a softer memory.

Big Time let me see moments of "soft hands, of weaving hands, and a warm patch of sunshine." She may be familiar with fear, but her daily life is full of weaving hands that only give her love. Her life right now is a testament to her living up to her name, big time and in big deep love.

Thank you, Big Time!

😾 A story about her pesky stinky cat boys are for a different time!