Visited the graveyard once more today. This time I actually tried conversing with a cat, something I have never ever attempted before. I was just feeling so peaceful and ready to talk with cats. I wound up telling it my name and that the pieces of grass I had in my hand didn't smell like the buttercups I had picked earlier. It looked at me with genuinely bored yellow eyes and finally left.
P.S. In case any of you were wondering, I had not been drinking. In fact I have never drunk at all in my fifteen years.