LOOK AT THESE CATS
THEN BACK TO ME
THEN BACK AT THESE CATS
THEN BACK TO ME.
Sadly, I am not as fluffy as your cat collection, but I can be if I glued them to me.
Look down, back up. Where are you? You're in a kitty little with the Ink that's pretending to be your cats.
What's in my hand? It's two catpoops full of the food you love. Look away, back to me, the poops are now cubic zirconia!
Anything is possible when you're a 20-year-old stalker pretending to be your cat.