When I first heard that my two roommates were planning to move downtown, I was not looking forward to the new living arrangements. My familiarity among apartment dwellings had previously involved carpeting, divided rooms, and balconies that overlook the middle of nothing. I was stubbornly against the idea of moving into an open loft in a busy area with no outside spot to soak in the sunshine, but it’s nigh impossible trying to talk young DINKs (double income, no kids) out of their swanky idealism and artistic ambitions. Try as I might, they would not be reasoned with, and I presently find myself in a large loft on 10th Street.
Like most beings, I fear the unfamiliar. I thought I’d miss my privacy, soft flooring, and sunshine. It was tough at first, but my paws have adjusted well to the concrete terrain. My worries of not getting ample sunshine have been put to rest. The large windows and 13-foot high ceilings have provided me with a luxurious sunbath, even in cold weather.
I’ve come to look forward to my morning saucer of tea while looking down upon the motley collection of humans heading off to work or out for the morning constitutional with their canine companions. A good view is crucial to a cat who prefers the indoors. I now feel connected to my surroundings with an energy I’ve never felt before. I never thought I’d say this, but I’ve grown quite content with my life as an urban cat.
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