i take a lot of photos of my cat, and it’s kind of embarrassing. i used to be the kind of person that would scoff at people who loved their cats. i used to think that they were being a little over the top. but now, i can’t help but be part of the club. sophie, the little black cat my girlfriend adopted, has become a source of huge joy in my life.
it is hard to figure out exactly why i lose my shit over this cat. when i wake up in the morning, she is asleep on the pillow next to me. when i work at my desk, she is perched in her little cat bed to my left on the windowsill. when i sit and watch tv, she finds a spot nearby. perhaps what i like to much about this cat is that she prefers to be nearby.
usually i enjoy things because they puzzle my brain. i like challenges, difficult questions, and changing environments. the joy i feel when i spend time with my cat is a lot different. it is simpler. and as an over thinker, this confuses me. when my cat closes her eyes when i scratch her cheeks, i think “why do animals elect to spend time with us?” and i still have trouble finding the answer.