The cat that hangs out outside 7eleven.

I always see this cat sleeping or chilling at the bench outside 7eleven and I just can’t help but snap a picture sometimes. He’s just looking all cute and cool at the same time, not worrying about anything.

I wanna be a cat.

I know my name’s Catherine, in short, cat. But I’m nowhere near a real cat.

I just don’t wanna care about the world.
Just as this cat hangs out without worrying about anything, just looking all cutsie and badass, I wanna feel comfortable and relaxed.

I wanna be able to express myself and what I feel without feeling guilty about being mean or unkind.

I just wanna be able to do all that and still be loved and seen as cute as a cat.

Why can’t I just be a real cat?