Story: This cat hung out with us while our daughter was in Future soldier training (FST). Even though there was a caretaker watching over the feral colony, this one chose to be friendly and have a meal near the car with us weekly.
I saw you stop.
You thought I’d hide,
like shadows always do,
but something warm
and gentle stayed
the moment I saw you.
You didn’t call,
you didn’t chase,
you didn’t cross my line,
you placed a feast
upon a cloth
as if this world were kind.
A napkin laid
on roughened street,
a table set for me,
no throne was ever dressed so well
as that small courtesy.
I kept my face
the way I must—
composed and still and wise—
but gratitude was spilling out
behind my careful eyes.
For I am just
a passing thing
the daylight seldom keeps,
a life that moves
through parking lots
and learns the night in leaps.
Yet you, today,
with quiet hands
and nothing asked in claim,
made one small curb
feel less like chance
and more like somewhere named.
So if you felt
me watching you
before you walked away,
it wasn’t fear
that held me still—
it was the need to stay.
To memorize
that simple act,
that kindness left so neat:
a human heart
that paused long enough
to set a cat
a feast.
Bet you kitty didn't think so