You like cats. You don’t just like cats, you live for cats. There’s nothing ironic about your desire to cover yourself head-to-toe in cat-patterned fabric. Or maybe there is some irony in there, but only to the extent that you can call it irony if anyone tries to judge you for it, even though you genuinely feel that you’re achieving a higher state of pure being-ness by squeezing as many cats into a single outfit as you possibly can.

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