Kitty understands that the acid in my stomach and the lead in my legs means that I’m in for a rough day. That’s why she’s nestled herself in the crook of my arm, the happy and purring little kitten that she is.
Can kittens get depressed? One wouldn’t think so, as they seem to be the complete antithesis of depression: tiny little puffballs of energy and curiosity. But at least she understands me today and is settling for cuddles and pets instead of her usual morning routine of attacking my toes under the comforter.