The quiet chaos of living with a cat.
Eight cats, one Caramel — eight moments held in a single breath. Across the blue she lounges, watches, stretches, climbs, curls, prowls, turns away, and disappears: different moods of the same stubborn creature, scattered across the day like fragments of memory.
Not a story.
A rhythm.
The small rituals of a cat — always near, always elsewhere.