Speaking of which Portland has a ton of outdoor cats, and I make a point of saying hi to each one I bike past. If I’m on foot I offer them my hand to sniff.

I’m being a politician, obvs, trying to get votes for the next city Jellicle Ball to reincarnate my dead cat, who was basically my familiar and the one creature I’ve had the closest bond with in life.

Do I believe any of this? Who knows, I practice it.