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How it arrived
One night a little black cat slipped out of an old arcade cabinet, shook the dust off its ears, and decided the bottom of this website looked like a perfectly good windowsill. It never asked permission. Cats rarely do.
Once upon
a pixel
Five soft scenes. No résumé. Only vibes.
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A day in the life
Morning is for walking. Midday is for sitting like a loaf and judging strangers. Afternoons are for sudden zooms left to right for no reason. Evenings are for the long stretch, a washed paw, and a nap so serious it needs a tiny Z.
Scene III…
The meow treaty
It will not talk unprompted. That would be needy. But if you hover, or give it a gentle tap, it meows once — like a secret handshake. Orange eyes. Soft protest. Then back to the important business of existing.
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Favorite things
Warm paper-colored floors. The feeling of almost catching a cursor. Being noticed, then pretending it doesn’t care. Being ignored, then walking past you again just to check. And Udaipur sun, somehow, even through a screen.
Scene V!!
Why it stays
Because every serious place needs one silly guardian. This cat doesn’t sell anything. It doesn’t explain a résumé. It just keeps you company while you scroll — a little black shadow with a big opinion about naps. If you made it here, it already likes you.