I adopted a cat off the street in May, and now I have a shadow that's not me.
A creature who serves as my anti-apocalypse.
She sits on the couch. She tries to enter the bathroom as I shower. She drinks water and destroys her toys most days. She eats when I eat.
She isn't much. Pure animal presence, like a warm sketch, that wants to be with me.
This has some kind of spiritual message, but it's not deep.
It's what happens when your shadow is warm.