it’s so adorable i want to die.
Or maybe the ones that lurk in the alleyways, you know, slight risk of disease, but it’s kind of worth it, just so you can put the desperation behind you.
That stupid cat. He comes to the window. HE KNOWS. He knows how weak I am.
And now he’s finished warming himself up on my lap, and all I have is cat hair all over my cardigan. AND SHAME.