Mr. sleepy cat

My grandmother's tabby, Ravi, sprawled across her Chennai apartment's tiled floor, untouched by the chaos around him. She'd adopted him decades ago when she arrived from the village, and he'd become her constant companion through the migration years. When I posted his photo online, diaspora relatives flooded with messages. My cousin in Toronto, my aunt in Singapore—all recognizing something familiar. Ravi represented home, that quiet continuity my family carried across continents. My grandmother smiled at the comments, scrolling slowly. This sleepy cat connected us all, a gentle reminder that heritage lives in these small, cherished moments together.