I am having an existential crisis. One in which I look longingly at my cat and wish through my soul fibers that I could switch lives with him. He sleeps in a little pile on the bed, sits in the window, roams the backyard in the evening. I may be a bad person or a bad cat owner or something, but I let him outside....
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zgrat:
Well hello again 😉
flyer:
Best wishes always!