A ginger cat came by today, padding into view with the quiet certainty that only cats seem to carry. His coat glowed warm against the cooler tones of the evening, as if he carried a little bit of sunlight with him wherever he wandered. He paused just long enough to glance around, ears flicking, tail low in cautious stalking.

There’s something about these creature visits that feels less like chance and more like a small gift. A reminder that the world is stitched together not only by our errands and routines, but by these fleeting threads of life passing through. He looked at ease, at home, as if every porch and yard is part of his map. Cats like him seem to drift between households, between lives, touching each with a light paw and then moving on again.

When he slipped away, it was without ceremony – simply a turn, a stretch, and he was gone. What’s left behind is the soft impression of presence, a memory that lingers longer than the moment itself. A golden shadow, and a little more color in the day.

Current mood: quietly charmed
Current music: Bill Evans – Peace Piece


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