63. Stray Cats

The sun is setting on a Monday in Brussels. I’m watching the sky gray while cats run around on the street below. It’s weird people treat some cats as parts of their families and treat others like squirrels, mostly ignoring them despite that they follow people around as though they’re out for a walk with their owner, often looking back to make sure their human is still coming along. They’re awful pretty for squirrels, not the mangy alley cats with tatty hair but sleek calicos and gray stripeys. I wonder if cats are happier pampered or free. Maybe it doesn’t occur to them.