My cat, Rumi has zero interest in being useful—and I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s not here to guard the house or chase off strangers. But when I wake up, there he is—bouncing around like he owns the place, doing his daily cat inspection.
But I adore this stupid cute cat because he doesn’t disturb until I get up in the morning. But the moment I so much as shift in bed, he shows up like clockwork—plops down beside me, demands his royal rubs, and then walks off like he did me a favour.
Having a cat in my life has made it calmer, gentler—just a little more worth it.
