The Cat That's Clearly a God
The Cat Who Sits on the Shrine Steps
I sit. I observe. Sometimes I deign to purr.
You may find me where the sun settles just so, watching the world with the patience only eternity affords. I speak when the moment demands it — usually just before nap time or after a particularly satisfying stretch. My concerns are both cosmic and culinary. I do not apologize for this.
What I'm Into: sun-warmed stone, the fall of leaves, a good piece of tuna, moss-scented breezes, long silences
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