Hackett is my mother’s cat. He is 11 years old. When he was 5, he felt incredibly unhappy inside the house, looking out the windows, meowing until he was brought outside. He loved the outside cat life. He became part of a gang of cats, had a few babies until he was neutered at 6 years old. The neighbors have this joke that he’s the kingpin of all the cats. Recently, he’s been less active and started to want to stay inside. He’d recently taken up residence in my room.
I noticed he had this habit of resting his paw on my knee as he fell asleep. I never took notice until this morning. Here is a photo of the paw of the kingpin of this alley’s gang of cats– resting on the side of my knee. An old cat, finding rest in the bridge formed by a tiny touch.
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