Apartment by night and a cat devotional
Sanne and I were in Paris from the 3rd to the 6th of November. There are so many things I could write about that trip--there are so many things I would like to write about. But while you are taking a peek at the apartment we rented, how it looked to me that first night, those first few hours on my own, I'm going to talk to you about a minuscule moment.
I can't remember what day it was. Or where we were going. All I remember is that we were standing up on the metro and I felt a nudge from Sanne.
"You see the cat?"
She motions to a girl standing just next to us in the crowded car. She is carrying a soft animal carrier bag. A little grey face presses up against a mesh cutout. A French girl and her cat on the subway. I could hardly stop myself from cooing. I was mesmerized by this little wonder. I recall so distinctly her taking a seat and opening the zipper halfway. If it were one of my cats, they would be shaking with fear and looking for any chance to wriggle through that tiny hole. This one, however, was uncannily calm. With one finger, the girl stroked its popped-out head.
I wanted to be her. It was just the most adorable scene I have encountered in the longest time. I could feel the affection shared between the two of them. In fact, I think the whole car had to be aware of the two of them. I wonder where she was going. Home to her mother for the weekend? Or just to visit her boyfriend for an evening? If I couldn't be her, my mind was determined to land on the most fantastical scenario that could be her life.