There is an idea of a cat; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel my paw gripping yours... I simply am not there.
just found out my friend of 15 years doesnt sing silly lil made up songs to his cat about how cute the cat is.
i blocked him and reported him for terrorism