23/11/2025
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It was the first day of June 2023, when I first felt love. A love between me and my cat. A kind of feeling that is new, genuine, and unconditional. And that very feeling made me realize that love really finds a heart that's meant to love.
It was a random day when a baby female white kitten found not just a home, but a soul brave enough to let love in. When I first met her and carried her in my arms, the world felt a little quieter - the kind of quiet that makes you long for warmth and my heart grew bigger as love wrapped in fur began to bloom.
As the day goes by, my calm morning turns into a reminder that peace doesn't always stay still; sometimes, it walks on paws and asks for breakfast. And that I am no longer the disney princess of my palace. It sounds chaotic but it's a special kind of chaos.
My morning doesn't start with an alarm, instead with a gentle tap of her tiny paws on my cheek and her short, high-pitched meow that means time for breakfast. Lazy to get up? Obviously yes! But who can resist those headbutts, soft paws and a meow that means "I'm hungry but I love you"?
Before sunlight, there's purring. Before coffee, there's kibble. And when her tails up, eyes bright, and tiny meows echoing "finally, I'm full". Only then I get a moment of my own to brew coffee until she sits and curls up by my lap even before I took my first sip. My mornings have never become quiet then, but the feeling of love and warmth was louder than any alarm could ever.
By afternoon, the house feels sleepy. And I will find her sleeping again peacefully, in her favorite bed in the corner while watching her with full of love and realizing that in her calm I find my own rest. It is strange how tiny paws and soft purrs can fill a heart and a home with love that is so quiet and peaceful. And when the night falls and I finally went to my bed, she would climb up and go straight to her favorite spot and I began to feel her small paws curling between my legs and her soft and calm breathing lulling me to sleep. It was the best feeling I would never trade for anything.
A day and a life with my cat, my Jendeukie, is a different kind of love story but definitely, my most favorite one. It's a relationship that doesn't need words to blossom. Doesn't demand grand gestures, just presence. Doesn't require twenty-four hours attention, consistency is enough. It's a love that asks for nothing - yet gives everything.
Between her purrs and my heartbeat, we found a home. And, simply with her presence everything changed. She taught me patience - that when you love, you just don't love the good but also the bad. She taught me happiness can be simple - it's "if Jendeukie is happy, I am happy". And there is comfort and peace in gentle head bumps, soft glances, slow blinks, playful scratch and by simply curling beside me when the world feels heavy, purring as if she's saying "you are not alone". Ultimately, she taught me love - the kind that's quiet but constant, doesn't speak, yet understands, not the kind that shouts, but the kind that stays. I used to think love had to be spoken, but, she taught me it could simply be felt.
So this is love - not something I searched for, but something that found me.
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