I’ve come to the gentle conclusion that life is just better with more cats and fewer people. It’s not that I don’t like people—it’s just that cats have this quiet magic about them. They don’t judge, they don’t interrupt, and they always know when you need a little love… even if they show it by flopping dramatically across your laptop.
Cats bring a kind of peace that’s hard to find elsewhere. They curl up next to you during the rough days, purr like tiny fuzzy engines of comfort, and remind you to slow down—to nap more, stare out windows, and demand snacks unapologetically. They don’t care if you’re still in pajamas at 3 PM or if your idea of a wild Friday night is reading with a cup of tea.
People are wonderful in small, manageable doses. But cats? Cats are the soul-healers, the nap-enablers, the soft and purring reminders that love doesn’t always need words—it just needs presence.
So if you see me surrounded by fur, string toys, and a suspiciously high number of cardboard boxes, just know: I’m not hiding from the world—I’ve just found the part of it that feels like home.