I can share the land with the cat. It can have the sunbeams and the cover of tall grass. It can have the mice and the grasshoppers.
I don’t have to try to make it comfortable, or befriend it, or coo over it. It seems happy, skinny as fuck, but happy.
It doesn’t need a name or a rank or any other external validation. It only needs to hunt and rest. It’s free to share the land.
I remember it being born