Everywhere I go, cats seem to find me. They don’t tiptoe shyly; they come bounding over as if I’ve been their long lost buddy. Some rub their faces against my legs, some plonk down at my feet while one launches itself into my lap with the confidence of an old friend. Their meows are loud and I think they must be starving. Yet, when I place food before them, they barely glance at it. No, what they really want is attention: a scratch under the chin, a belly rub, a fleeting exchange of love.
And then, just as suddenly as they arrived, they are gone. Off to new adventures, leaving me sitting there like the clingy one in the relationship. I laugh at myself!
Imagine getting rejected by a creature that licks its own butt for fun. But in their brief visits, the cats teach me something: love doesn’t always have to be grand or permanent. Sometimes it’s just a passing kindness, a moment of connection that warms two beings before the world tugs them apart again.
Maybe that’s the beauty of it. Love isn’t always about forever. Sometimes it’s about showing up, sharing warmth, and letting go with a smile.
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