a i m l e s s

I’ve been catsitting for the last few months. I’ve grown to really love and adore Jen’s male cat named Pookah. He’s uber affectionate and snuggles better than any other boy I’ve met. He licks my face when I’m sweaty or sad and meows so sweet and high-pitched he sounds like a baby crying.

He only eats when I’m home. He loves dried sardines. I tried to teach him to poop in the toilet. It worked, but then he got confused and thought the toilet is for poo and my bed is for pee. The litter box was immediately reinstanted. My apartment now has a funk that will not go away. I love him, regardless.

This is what he looks like:

As I walked through the Jardin in Valencia, I observed. The people here are very active. They bike, run, walk, play with their dogs. It’s a great city and I would love to lay some roots here. On the outskirts, probably. Near the park. Somewhere.

There’s a guy jogging, fast-paced, headphones in and sunglasses on, with a cute unleashed white terrier bounding a few steps behind. The dog keeps up pace with the runner, almost perfectly. I wondered if they knew each other before this momentary intersection of worlds/lives, or if the dog was bored and looking for a companion to chase. I wondered if they were just moving at the same speed and in the same direction. I wondered if the dude trained the dog to run behind him, and was merely ignoring it.

Then, something just *CLICKED.* Something I keep forgetting to remember.

Something about the chance meeting of any souls in the universe. Something about what draws, pulls, and maintains these connections. Or, more specifically, what breaks, diverts, and changes the directions of the chosen paths? What is the grand master scheme?

Wish I could remember.