It’s a simple world out there.

They don’t belong to each other in the way people expect — no collar, no cage, no name tag.

But somehow, they all belong to the same. Perhaps it is because the girl sees her. Truly sees her, not as a stray, not as a burden, not as a fleeting shadow, but as a presence worthy of.

The cat lifts her head, eyes gleaming with recognition, and stretches ever so slightly before pressing her head against the girl’s outstretched hand. The world slows down in that moment. No cars honking in the distance, no hurried footsteps rushing by. Just the girl, the cat.

She waits because she trusts.
The girl comes because she knows she’s trusted.

It is not the address or the story that it holds, just a living spirit, and the moment that is told
It is calm and understanding, a beat that might just be heavenly bound. And that’s when you know that the peace is around

Not for food. Not for treats. Not even for shelter.
Love, it turns out, doesn’t always need a home. Sometimes, it just needs a place to meet. The way they meet is just another way of goodbyes and hello, they might be the sunshine that slips out in every crowd, ignoring the inhabitants that are around

And who knows, she might always wait.

Author: Zeanna