Chaos and affection

There is water on my kitchen floor this morning.

My house is odd — tall, with very poor drainage. Mini floods happen. Weird corners of my kitchen turn into watery caves that will not leave.

I stood and asked myself, "But where does this water come from?"

It's like my kitten, always waiting at my door.

There is always a small drainage issue making footprints unavoidable. There is also a meowing creature that demands my attention at four a.m.

Why? Because she wants to play.

There is a permanency to the chaos and affection of life itself.

On its smallest scale, perhaps, it's the most visible to me.