I’m good enough. I’m smart enough… Now, who is that mysterious cat in the wall staring back at me?
when i joined the worst cult i was in, the cult leader had us look in the mirror every morning and say “good morning [my name] you handsome brute, don’t you ever die” and like that was probably the only good thing that happened that cult. but it was a good affirmation, i still think i’m ugly. one of my modeling gigs was for those awful wedding expo bullshit magazines so i can’t be that ugly, but you know dysphoria.
“And doggonnit, people like you!”
My cat used to grooom himself in a mirror. He would also stare at everyone inside the house I used to live in.
one of my cats washes her paws with us at the sink after the bathroom it’s So Cute.
Aw that’s very sweet!
Just checking to see if the other cat is still there.
Or, maybe wondering about the ears.
Does she have a calico savior complex?
