We live in a cat town

I stopped off of the highway to visit a cat adoption center yesterday. The set up of the joint was like how they do women's jail in Cedar City Utah. All the gals in one perfect room. Bunk beds and eyeliner made out of sharpened pencils. unlikely community constructed/ arising/ made up of far-reaching families. Any how, I went to be with that purring. I didn't know who I would find there, how I would be received in that room with cats who had been there far longer than me, what would happen. I went there and sneezed and sat. I watched as the one who always hides in the cupboard (the scrap paper taped on, "look for Penny in here") on the front of the door popped out and fell in cautious, but sure, love with my leg. Others climbed up on my lap while I sat in Malasana(ish) and others still came to take their time, or hardly notice me at all. And that's not even really true. because I noticed each of them, except for the ones I didn't see. And when I saw them they were never the same again and neither was I. I sneezed a lot more, affected- and closed the door behind me. I felt like when I was let out of jail before my sister was. Happy to be gone, sad for who i 'left behind', and bewildered by a wholly innocuous, wonderful world that's discovered though a bout of confinement. That night, I dreamed about a prison that served Greek food in the basement and where worlds of possibility are discovered BECAUSE the walls constructed of adversarial stones. On Saturday i had EKG plugs in me that reminded me of the dream which became a painting, anchored in a hand holding, that you made. #cattown #jailhouserock #meetmethere

p.s. the set up of the cat room was pretty much exactly the same as the jail cell in Cedar City Utah. Being that the door out/in was in the very same place. It lived off the highway with a gorgeous backdrop that mocks any idea of 'something's wrong here'