This past spring we camped out at a cafe in Amsterdam for a while and were greeted by this fellow. He was the friendliest of cats, purring and cuddly, and looking to make a friend or two. The sunny window seat had beckoned to us both, so he hopped up next to me and settled in for a while.
Eventually he decided to take a snooze, and all our drink-fidgeting sent him in search of a quieter corner. It looks like he settled in just fine. There's something about that, right? Something simple and easy: Let's be friends, but I'll give you space when you need it. I think there's a lesson in that.
Here's to travels and cafes, cats and friendships.