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!
      
      
     


 
 

