It showed up at the window unexpectedly. Like most things in life, it arrived unforeseen.
It was timid at first, unsure of whether to stay or leave. You could notice the anguish, the fear, the uncertainty.
It wouldn’t say a word, but it would stare right into your eyes.
As time passed, it would arrive more often, taking further steps inside. The nervousness disappeared and it was more certain.
Then it began uttering sounds; whispers at first that turned into confident statements.
With the passing of days, it became accustomed to being there. It looked forward to those visits.
And then it decided to stay.
The cat at the window chose where it wanted to be. It found love and care there, probed its surroundings, and selected to willingly be there.
It was pretty much how we all react to anywhere we go.
We may lose ourselves at times, and not know how we reached the crossroad we’re at, but if we remember how we got there, we’ll reassess our motives and actions.
Lo mas bonito de perderse es volverse a encontrar (The best thing about getting lost is finding yourself again).