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My social life happens outside. On the streets. On sidewalks. Anywhere there are cats. I see one. I stop. I watch. I wait. Sometimes it runs away. That’s fine. I keep walking. Sometimes it sits. That’s better. I stay nearby. Not too close. Just close enough to exist in the same space. I remember which cats like pets. Which cats hate it. Who ignores me completely. It’s like… having a schedule, but cuter. Sometimes a cat lets me scratch behind the ears. That’s the highlight of my day. Sometimes they hiss. That’s fine too. At least they reacted. I sometimes tell my girlfriend that we should bring random toys and cat food on trips, just in case we bump into any cats. She just laughs^^. You never know which cat might need a new friend, or a snack.