Cat
Operated
Hello, world.
Here’s my carrd.
About
tl;dr: I’m cringe and that’s basedI am a furry. My fursona is a glitched white cat named Error, or Err (rhymes with air) for short. I have several other names and don’t care which you use—Cat is always a good fallback. I am genderfluid, ace, and bi.My pronouns are whatever I feel like at the moment, but I’m partial to any of the classic personal ones (he, she, they, it) and like it when people use multiple when referring to me. You can use or test out any neopronouns you like on me, too. The point is you cannot misgender me in any way that matters.I am over 40. Yes, I am too old for this shit. I have a number of chronic secondary conditions related to being an adult with cerebral palsy, so I’m often tired, in pain, and just don’t fucking care about how cringe I am anymore.Thank you, please use your best discretion when following or blocking on any platform, and [insert your favorite trite saying here].
Do Not Interact
Have these ever really worked? And why do people list all their triggers when that’s basically an itemized list of how to upset you? Why does the ghost of David Lynch keep appearing at my bedside in the dead of night to offer me a refreshing Coca-Cola, knowing the caffeine would only keep me up?
I don’t know the answer to any of these questions. They haunt me like David Lynch.
Anyway, here’s a picture of two cats wearing sunglasses.
Contact
Don’t.
You can, however, give me money for my troubles—of which there are many.