Or how I missed the warning sign.
This cat was lying on the rocks by the sea as if he were personally in charge of the evening settling in. Not hiding. Nor particularly in need of company. Just there with the absolute confidence of someone who had claimed that spot long before you arrived.
Naturally, I moved closer. Took out my camera.
All this time, he’d been looking somewhere past me, and I’d mistaken it for mystery, philosophical detachment, or just standard cat arrogance. Only when he got up and walked toward me did I notice the drawing on the rock — the silhouette of a cat’s face.
The sign, come to think of it, had been perfectly clear.
Well, some places simply belong to those who know how to be alone better than we do. 🐾
