A few years back, my department at work went to a cabin for a Christmas celebration. It was very nice of them to organize (and pay for) something like that. But after the mandatory team-building events, I was stressed out and looked to retreat somewhere less crowded. I ended up spending the rest of the night with 2 cats in the breakfast room, one even falling asleep on my lap. All three of us were just hiding from the commotion. Cat tax:

Her name was “Blume”, which translates to “Flower” :)

Unfortunately for cats, if I’m at a party, my autistic ass is seeking them out.

I have never been more seen. Please leave.

Not all cats. Some cats love to be center of attention.