A cat once came up to a lost hiker in the mountains and showed him the way. In reality, I was disoriented by the surrounding mountains.
When I went there, it was getting near to the end of the ski season, so a few lines had been closed.
He took a detour up the mountain before he reached the mechanical lifts.
Along the train tracks, he came to what he thought was a «completely abandoned village,» in which he was the only person.
So I turned around and returned to the valley when my guide informed me that the main way down was closed.
This is also how I first met my adorable kitty companion.
The cat became aware of him when he took a break to eat and rest. In the beginning, she was only directing him in the correct way.
I’m guessing she lives in the town where I was when I met her.
Her gaze was fixed on me as she walked, and she pointed precisely towards the route that would take me back to the valley.
