He's basically a warm loaf of bread that happens to have opinions. That fur is the color of cream in a coffee I definitely overpaid for, and the light coming in from the side is the same golden hour glow my favorite cafe gets around 4 p.m. The teal cushion under him is the color of a macaron I once queued twenty minutes for. No regrets. Worth it. So is this. He's soft, he's warm, he smells like sunshine and slight betrayal, and he's looking up at me with those eyes like I'm the one who cancelled brunch. Nobody cancels brunch on my watch. I have not cancelled brunch. I am brunch. Well, I wish I were brunch. Right now I'm a person with a cold coffee watching a cat enjoy a sunbeam professionally. #whitecat #cafevibes #catsofig
