My 5yo is so prone to darkness. Today he had some melancholic episode at kindergarten, got emotionally blocked and just stood there staring nowhere. Luckily one of their cats came to me to snuggle and was purring like a chainsaw, so I carried her to him and let him feel that fluff and purr.

It made him feel better and he ran off to play. I started thinking it might be good to buy him some fluff, to help him with his emotions. Cats are nice, although husband has allergies and we have leather sofa, maybe we could manage some purr..

Then that stripey shit jumped off me so hard and for no reason she cut my hand open on several places.

Fuck cats.