daily cats post

Chasing shadows is its goal.

Every corner, every door,

Some curl beside you when you're down.

A whiskered friend, so warm and true,

Through quiet streets and hidden homes.

With emerald eyes that softly gleam,

With silent steps and endless pride.

A gentle purr, a shining stare,

Rest in the sun beneath a tree.

Worry less and stretch a while,

Turned my lonely days to light.

No words she spoke, no songs she sang,

Some have whiskers, soft and brown.

They stay when the world walks away,

One winter, the shopkeeper lost everything in a fire. As he sat in silence, feeling broken, the cat curled up beside him and stayed all night.

For the first time, he realized why she came.

She wasn't waiting for food.

She was offering company.

Years later, another cat asked, “Did you ever catch it?”

No,” she replied.

“Then why keep trying?”

The old cat smiled. “Because while chasing the moon, I learned how to leap.”