Ada & A Cat? The Same Thing! - Blog Posts

the thought lingered sometimes, creeping into ada's mind when she saw families strolling through the park or curled up in the yellow glow of their living rooms at dusk. the stability required of motherhood, the patience, the willingness to stay, felt distant—unrealistic, even. the idea of children, of slowing down and anchoring herself to someone else's needs? what a joke.

it wasn’t a life she could wear; it would pinch and pull until it tore. the very idea of closing herself in like that felt like a betrayal of who she was meant to be, who she currently is. ada was never a domestic person and never will be.

the comforts of a settled life—the steadiness of family and home—were things she admired from a distance, like stars too far away to touch. she knew herself well enough to understand that the idea of stability, while beautiful, was never quite enough to ground her.

would she yearn for that life, if only briefly? she wasn’t naive enough to deny that she’d feel it sometimes, that strange emptiness when she glimpsed the softness of a home she’d never have. ada knew she was meant for more than the bounds of any domestic life.

the idea of binding herself to another’s needs—small hands, constant demands, the repetition of days. that alone would swallow her whole.

the beauty of her life, the reason she felt whole, was because she belonged to no one and nothing.

so, no, ada would never settle down—not in that way.

however, there were small concessions ada could make, gestures she’d allow herself without feeling too bound. though a full life of routine and responsibility didn’t suit her, there was one thing she might have considered: a cat.

something that had minimal demands, quietly independent. not for herself, though—ada had no need for the company of pets. she felt whole on her own, and even the presence of a cat would feel, in some ways, like a tie to one place, a small obligation.

but for her partner? for them, she might make the exception.

and she does.

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