“I would spend days just moping around. Thinking about what everyone was doing outside. Imagining that their life was way better than mine. But then I stopped. I just started appreciating what I have in here. Some cats would kill for what I have.” “So that’s why you don’t try to go outside anymore?” “Yeah. That, and I just don’t have person hands, so it makes opening doors and windows immensely difficult, if not impossible. Sometimes your natural limits force you into growing up I guess.” - Fudgie, Park Slope
