That’s the way we got one of ours back in the day. I was on an evening walk with my then-gf, we came across a very friendly kitty, gave her some pets, and went on to go home. She followed, entered the house, went right to the litter box, did her thing, and promptly decided she’d live there for the rest of her life. Fucking cats man. Love 'em to death.
Been trying to meditate unsuccessfully for years now. At this point the frustration of always failing isn’t even worth trying anymore but I still do in the vain hopes that “one day it will finally click”. I mean, that’s easier to accept than the more probable possibility that I’m just a fundamentally broken human who can’t even get basic functioning right.