Stray Cat Therapy at the Bus Stop
So there I was, standing at the bus stop, doomscrolling and pretending to look busy, when this scruffy orange cat just plops down next to me like we’re old friends. No collar, no fear—just pure feline confidence. I’m allergic to cats, but apparently this one didn’t get the memo.
He starts weaving around my legs, purring like a tiny motorcycle, and I swear, for a second, my existential dread took a coffee break. I gave him a few awkward head scratches (with my sleeve as a barrier, because allergies), and he rewarded me with a slow blink that felt like a tiny, silent pep talk.
By the time my ride showed up, the cat had wandered off to charm the next human. I left with cat hair on my jeans and a weird sense that maybe, just maybe, things weren’t so bad after all. Stray cat therapy: 10/10, would recommend.
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