You know you're a cat person when you call your cat your baby and mean it.
Feel free to just randomly message me, I get bored easily.
I'm a black, non-binary transgender boy, who is a Christian witch (tentative for now). I'm also a panromantic asexual. I sell poetry; contact me if you're interested in buying poems from me.
You know you're a cat person when you sleep on the very edge of the bed because your cat was taking his half out of the middle, and he looked so comfy you didn't wanna move him.
The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein