The Stray Cat on the Front Porch 🐈🫶🏼
The stray cat on the front porch taught me to walk softly.
Hungry. Tired. Skittish. If I moved even a little too heavy she was gone.
So I learned to slow down.
To sit still longer than I wanted to.
To let something come closer on its own time.
Took a long time.
Bowl by bowl…
inch by inch toward the porch.
Not because she didn’t need it..
but because she didn’t trust it yet.
Not everything responds to being chased. Some things only stay when you make room for them to feel safe. 🐈🫶🏼












































































She looks like my baby girl. Orange girls are the best 🧡