Today I saw an orange cat under a car, meowing sadly. I brought him some food. At first, he sniffed the food and wouldn’t eat. So I sat there, and gently petted him. Slowly, he began to trust me and started eating the chicken pieces I offered.
After a few minutes, he pressed his little body closer, rubbing against me, silently begging for more affection. He was like, “Pet me, human. I’m here, I want your touch.”
As the cat eventually left, I thought, “You took my heart with you.” In that moment, that simple, fragile connection felt like something beautiful I really needed.