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At dawn, I watched a cat step onto the garden wall, moving as if the world had made space just for her. She didn't ask permission from the wind or the sun, She simply existed self contained, sure of her own rhythm. In her calm solitude, I recognized my love for independence: The quiet strength of choosing my own path, trusting my instincts even when no one is watching. Later, she stretched in the warmth, eyes half closed, savoring the moment without hurry. Every movement was intentional, every pause an act of appreciation. That was the sensuality I felt mirrored in myself the ability to be fully present, to feel deeply, to honor beauty in small, intimate details. I chose the cat as my animal spirit because she reminds me that power doesn't always roar. Sometimes, it purrs softly, walks alone, and knows exactly who it is. MrsPeanut | |