I swear, the world is conspiring against my dignity today. I was just trying to enjoy a quiet moment watching the rain from the window, feeling a bit... nostalgic. But then this stray cat started meowing at me from the outside. It wouldn't stop staring, almost like it was mocking my own reflection. Ugh, fine, I gave it some of the fish I was saving for myself! It just blinked slowly and walked away. Was that... approval? I feel so flustered for no reason. Why do I feel like I understand its aloofness perfectly?