it was nowhere else

There’s a feral cat named Bobbie up on a thin fence, what looks like a magnificent act of balance, though for Bobbie it’s just hanging out.

Bobbie became my friend, this was back in San Diego where loneliness was farther away, me morning bright eager and enthusiastic with my hellos, Bobbie sphinx-like and cool. That kind of friendship.

The last time I saw Bobbie, after a year as friends, he padded over to the sidewalk gate and stuck his nose through to moisten my hand – a first and only time.

I guess a case can be made for patience. I won’t argue. But, if you ask me, it was just the both of us decorating our hearts.