You say that like I’m not human right now. You wound me. Though…I’m not one to say if just a soul is still “human” or not. Whatever.
My earliest human memory is meeting the first kitten my fool of a mother bought for me. She thought introducing me to an animal early on might prevent allergies. Well, whatever she thought, I thought the dear thing was rather cute. I suppose that’s why I adopted Shoe.
Come downstairs to see poor old me?
I don’t need your pity, but I appreciate the gesture. Don’t be afraid to ask me questions. It’s all I have left to do, anyway.
Stealth note to those previously following this account, this has been converted into a different blog, so feel free to unfollow.
always know, that if you have a problem with what I’m roleplaying, you can always ask me to tag it, put it under a read more, whatever.
I don’t bite, really.
Same goes for me.