We have two cats and our neighborhood is just filled to the brim with cats. They’re every place, slinking along in the underbrush, eyeing you suspiciously from the neighbor’s stoop, sitting with their paws tucked up under them right under the front of your car.
Really, everywhere you look, you cannot help but see a cat or two.
And it made me think that cats really are like punctuation marks. You’re just surveying your landscape and there’s a cat stretched out in the sunlight like an ellipses or the cat is curved over something like a comma so you, too, briefly pause to watch the cat watching the bug or the leaf or whatever. Our tiny cat looks, I think, just like an exclamation point or a semi colon. The orange cat? With his self-important swagger? Full stop.