Fluffy

I love dogs, this is a known thing…

My dogs are my world, and we don’t deserve the kind of love they offer.

But…

i honestly love the idea of cats. These completely self sufficient fluff balls that don’t actually need you.

specifically, a cat like Fluffy, the cat i had growing up. Mostly aloof, will bitchslap a 200lb dog, and sit on your chest demanding attention because you need it more than she does.

She would climb the wall unit we had and just run and roll around up there until, randomly, she was just done and went back to normal cat stuff. She’d do this adorable little chirpy purr if you woke her from a nap, and make a sound like a little furry machine gun when watching birds in the yard.

She was just this… completely secure being. She knew she was gorgeous. She had amazing confidence for a six pound ball of floof. Sometimes, she would roll around on one of my dad’s work shirt one minute, the next, looking bored as she walked among her subjects to find the one worthy enough to give her attention.

If she loved you, you knew it without question. She walked away from doing weird shit without a second thought or a single fuck given to what anyone else thought of it.

Is it weird to strive to achieve the energy of a pet?