The wild one

Saturday, while meditating in the woods, I saw a cat that looked like Snack, collarless, and terrified.

He had the same cocoa brown undercoat as Snack, but not his look of calm.

I thought Snack might have been chased by a predator, or be in shock even, when he wouldn't come to me.

I followed him up a steep ridge, through the underbrush, and continued to seek him out for sometime.

But the guides we should follow never come to us afraid, as Snack reminded me later, collared, relaxed, purring, always a greeting and a purr.