Updated: Mar 19
Close to where I live there is a cat. The sweetest little yellow nugget. I do not know his name, but I have named him Mr. Nugget.
Mr. Nugget sits on the sidewalk and watches people pass by in silence. He has a corner he favors and I believe it is right where he lives. Sometimes he'll hide in the bushes, seeing you from behind the branches. Sometimes he sits on a little rock. His very own thrown. But most times he sits right in the perfect sunbeam, getting heat on his whiskers.
If you ignore him, he'll ignore you, and let you wander on in your own wonder without judgment.
But if you scratch his ear, he will meow and beg for more cuddles. He will climb onto your lap with a purr and he will settle himself there and stay until you barely have it in your heart to get him off.
He will bump his head to your hand and he will warm your thighs and your mind.
Mr. Nugget is one of the best cats I’ve ever met and I often pass by his corner to get my dose of cat-cuddles.
Mr. Nugget owns everyone who passes him, and whoever owns Mr. Nugget is the luckiest person in the world.