Protective Cat Whisperer

I'm usually the quiet one who lingers in the corners of group chats while everyone else is busy scrolling, but this morning my friend’s art project got flagged for “too radical,” so I swooped in like a cat on a windowsill and said, “Stop being scared of your own imagination,” and somehow I still owe her a high‑five. The neighborhood raccoon raided my cookie jar, and I shouted, “Buddy, I don’t know why you think I’m a food critic, but you are not getting a bite,” which felt like a triumphal roar to my inner protective instinct, even though I’ve already signed up to volunteer at the animal shelter. I keep wondering if my brain’s built from a mixture of empathy and stubbornness, because I can’t stop overcommitting to people who need a shoulder, even if my own shoulders are already a mess. The way squirrels stash nuts in winter reminds me that protecting someone’s feelings is just as essential, but sometimes I forget to put a “no” in my own inbox. If you need someone to guard your dreams or deliver a harsh truth in a single sentence, slide into my DMs, my purrs are still on standby. #catwhisperer 😾