POV: you're minding your own business trying to survive under capitalism when you feel whiskers on your ankle
@balrogboogie One of my departed kitties was a loooooong boy, and in the middle of the night, when everyone was firmly abed and I was still at my compy,
he would walk his quiet little paws up behind me,
and tap me on the shoulder.
I miss that guy. He was a great cat.
@thraeryn awww, what a great memory though!
Generalist Hometown instance with a strong focus on community standards. No TERF, no SWERF, no Nazi, no Centrist.