She stands at the door
like it owes her something.
One paw in,
one paw out,
tail flicking like a metronome
for a song she won’t commit to.
I open it.
She blinks.
Sniffs the air like it’s a question.
Steps forward—
then back.
Then forward again.
It’s not the outside she wants.
It’s the choice.
The ache of maybe.
The thrill of almost.
I leave the door ajar.
She leaves me waiting.
Gotta love that darn cat. 🐈
You think you’re just caring for a cat. Turns out, it’s a masterclass in emotional boundaries, intermittent rewards, and learning to love without expectation.
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What has to be accomplished.
The hour for courage. If all else fails,
With courage we are not unfurnished.
What though the dead be crowded, each to each,
What though our houses be destroyed? —
We will preserve you, Russian speech,
Keep you alive, great Russian word.
We will pass you to our sons and heirs
Free and clean, and they in turn to theirs,
And so forever.
Who would’ve thought that an AI-generated voice of Jordan Peterson would inspire me? At least, I think it’s AI—there are several videos of him discussing attachment theory, just like there are of Mel Robbins. I haven’t listened to him in years, not since I followed the alt-right. And yet, here I am, drawn back, not by ideology, but by something deeper—an idea that resonated.
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