I dont know what to do honestly, mainly because of fear. Everyone puts in their two cents on what rhey think should happen, but they dont know the fear. Fear of looking foolish. Fear of rejection. Fear of too much. So I’ll sit in my corner and face the wall in the dark and tune everyone out with music blasting in my headphones. Until she calls my name and turns on the light. And opens the window. Or my iPod goes below 20%. Whichever comes first. I guess.
this is where i’d keep my scratching post…IF I HAD ONE
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