Today I was walking up and down a mountain and I found a cat named Jimmy, on the backpack of a guy whose name I don't know.

Jimmy (a very beautiful cat, basically a calico but with tabby markings, I’ve never seen one like that) had walked with her owner for around 1700 kilometres (for the “miles” people, this is “a lot”).

It was pretty fun to be very high up and see the world with a random cat right there.

The two of them had been walking (well, I say that but the cat never walked) for over a hundred days, and they're probably still going to walk for a long time.