One was a cat curious, cautious, always pretending to be uninterested in the world.
The other was a rabbit quiet, gentle, always listening before reacting.
Two different creatures, two different instincts, two different ways of seeing life.
And yet, there they were lying side by side on the grass as if the world had never taught them the meaning of “separate.” No fear.
No boundaries.
Just comfort.
The cat didn’t chase.
The rabbit didn’t run.
They simply existed together not because they were the same, but because they both understood peace.
Maybe friendship isn’t about being alike.
Maybe it’s about feeling safe in someone’s presence, even when the world says you shouldn’t. They never spoke the same language.
But they shared the same silence.
And sometimes, that is enough.
