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Its tail waved with intention, its eyes hinted at mysteries, and it dashed past me like a flash of darkness and disorder. I didn’t think at all; I only heard a voice in my mind urging me to chase after that cat! And I did.
Through a garden that smelled of wild mint and fresh rain, down the path, and over the fence. It never paused. Not once. It seemed to have a clear destination, and I, whether foolish or courageous, felt it was worth pursuing. Maybe it was the way it glanced at me just once, as if inviting me to explore something unknown. Something magical.
Cats don’t run aimlessly, especially not like this. This was not just a bored pet looking for a snack. This was a signal. A message. A whisper from a forgotten tale. I ignored my buzzing phone, tripped over puddles, and avoided thorns. At that moment, nothing else mattered.
Where was I headed? To a secret entrance? A treasure concealed under the moonlight? A truth about myself that I had overlooked?
I didn’t care. The pursuit was thrilling. That cat seemed to beckon me closer to the mysterious with every jump and twirl. Forget the map. Ignore the rules.
So, I sped up.
We don’t always need to comprehend the journey while we take it. Sometimes, we just have to follow the cat, trust the route, and have faith that surprises can still be found in unfamiliar territories.
By the time it vanished from my sight, I had uncovered something new— Perhaps freedom. Curiosity. The part of me that still believes in wonder.