I will never be a cat and it makes me sad
Cats are so wonderfully made. I love their toe beans, their pointy ears, velvety noses, the cat paws and the paw pudge, the tails, the eyes, the poise, the purring, the ability to jump, leap, nap anywhere, and be loved
I will never be a cat. I will never have this. They are so elegant and physically able and wonderful. Sometimes I really get bummed out that I will never live as a cat. Is this a healthy feeling?