So, as noted in the epic Tale of Journey[1], Peg and I have been thinking of adopting a cat when we get to NOLA--- preferably a black one, since they have a tougher time of it and, well, Peg fancies herself a witch.

[1] https://dragon.style/@anthracite/101915856135214489

In fact, she's been pondering using magickal sigils as her Plan A for cat recruitment. And "rationalist mystic" that I am, I have been teasing Peg about it a little, but also totally willing to roll with it... as long as we also check out cat shelters and stuff, just in case her prowess on the Astral Plane (aka "the Kitternets") is not what she hopes.

Well, guess who showed up just five minutes ago?

A big black kitty (give or take a white poof) just hopped in through our (screenless) window with no warning whatsoever. His owner leaned his head in and apologized profusely, but Peg was just giggling with delight--- and I was just staring at her, utterly dumbfounded. Little bugger explored until they were convinced they were NOT where they intended to end up, and they left amiably without a fuss.

I guess word got out early on the Kitternet. She hadn't even cast the dang spell yet. Now I'm SERIOUSLY wondering if we're not just gonna stroll right into that cat café and find out we're the only people Journey has ever loved, or something...

This isn't the first time this has happened to me, either, a moment of massive cattocentric synchronicity. Remind me someday to tell you the story of Seraph, and why I'm going to be freaked shitless (yet also delighted) if the cat who shows up out of nowhere in NOLA is a gigantic white Persian...