Diary of a Quarantined Cat: Day 29

I walked by the window in the nap chamber today when something caught my eye - it was the handsome black cat I'd met weeks ago. He seemed a little sad today, and less engaged. Maybe he sensed that I wasn't really in a good mood myself. 

Even though our meeting was calmer this time (the sparks weren't flying quite as high) there was an implicit understanding. There was a warmth and a comfort in the calmness of our meeting. I didn't need to be anything or anyone that I didn't want to be. He just sat there with me, the real me, without judgement or expectation. 

I hope someday we can meet without this glass between us. I feel a strong urge to get to know him better.