And yet it also reminds me of stories of ancient people who revered cats when I think about myself, leaving the apartment with my head full of my own worries, but noticing a cat on the sinewy pathway who was black and maybe just playing with shadows and barely not hidden by the darkness but nevertheless boldly and slowly appearing to this human, on purpose it seemed...
And she was by that apartment where those troubled people had to leave and left all their things behind. And later, finding out she has kittens...seeing the cuteness of two of them. Well, if I take the time to notice, it really hits me on multiple levels.
And there's a kid inside who thinks, oh, if only we all lived on a farm.
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