"watching cat hair float through the air on a Saturday night"
I don't know what this is about, exactly, but what a wonderful turn of a phrase!
Cat people are familiar, of course, with the gentle drift of cat hair, sometimes even in small clumps, drifting along through the air, and the way the afternoon sunlight streaming through a window catches individual strands –– especially the light-colored ones, sailing along carefree.
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That phrase pretty much sums up my life these days.
My cat, The Buddha, chased a stray Jack Russell terrier out of the yard this morning.
I praised her for it, and she seemed proud of herself.
And our universe slipped back into balance.
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