Sometimes I just get a little down. I think about how I’m not getting any younger, like life is passing me by, you know? And sometimes, I think I can be sorta catty. I know I should really try to be nicer, but it’s such hard work. It’s all very tiring and sad.
I don’t know if anything would make me feel better.
Maybe a live fish.
Kitty prosaic (catnip), STAT, Danielle Levesque.