At the airport. Traveling with my cat. A man in light wash jeans and a button down denim shirt that he must have purchased in Ohio because it had a patch that read Cleveland affixed to the pocket asked me if I was going to a cat convention. I wanted to say, ‘Do I look like the sort of person who would be going to a cat convention?,’ but I already knew the answer.
#This is while I will most likely die alone.
#And surrounded by cats.
#JK
#But if it happens, there will have been Warning Signs.
