Today, I saw a beautiful white cat sitting quietly on a sun-warmed porch. It was curled into a perfect, fluffy ball, and I could see its happy eyes peeking out, watching the world with calm delight.
Something about that cat — its stillness, its softness — filled me with joy. It gently licked its paw, like it had all the time in the world. You could tell it was keeping itself in perfect, cozy condition.
The cat looked like a shining, fluffy pearl, shimmering in the sunlight. Peaceful, radiant, and completely at home.
It was clearly enjoying the season, stretching into spring with ease, already waiting for summer and the new adventures ahead.
