at this point, cats will either save or kill all of humanity in the future, and honestly? honestly? just surprise me.
Tag: cats
It’s true that one day, you will be fine. It’s true that you will have somewhere warm to call home and something within reach to call goal. You’ll be searching instead of losing, and you’ll even be found instead of lost.
But life’s like a wild cat, darling. You can’t ask her to hunt for you and let her in. She needs food, that strong hunter of yours. Feed her words and art and science, let her drink up people and a bit of night before dawn rises. Your wild cat needs rest and motion, not one or the other – both. She needs ferocity on the hunt and softness when brushing dirt off her fur.
Your cat will never stop hunting for you. Not even if you can’t feed her because you are too empty yourself, not even if you’re too cold to warm her in your arms. Your cat holds no grudges. Your cat loves, and loves, and loves you until the last day. And she knows that you will make a home for her again. She is waiting to come back, eyes dark and path cleared for you.

This late evening, as I was walking down a path, there was this cat sitting on top of a dead tree right next to me, gazing off into the foggy distance.
I felt like being part in one of Grimm’s Märchen. Enchanting.








