The cat didn’t see the dust particles in the air or the untrimmed doorways.
The cat didn’t see the laundry to be folded or last night’s dishes.
The cat saw the intensely low winter sun streaming through the windows, strewing deep velvet shadows in its wake. She saw it slowly radiate across her favourite tables and chairs, a gift.
The cat didn’t think about tomorrow or next year or an hour from now. She chose a favoured spot on an upstairs chair and fell asleep.
