The Musing of a Kit

By no means do I consider myself a "graymuzzle" or whatever they're calling them now: oldbies, elders, whatever. I'm not one of those.

I'm just a little old cat, coming up on my twenty-second birthday and about my eighth year in the otherkin community. I've been through my teen years, and while I haven't totally escaped that mentality yet, I do feel sure I at least know a few things by now--at least about myself.

As a therian, I may be nothing too special, just a housecat. No wolf or canine here, I've never been much of a "dog person" as they say, although I do share a house with a dog--and three cats. Domestic cat therians may be a little rare, rarer than our wilder cousins the big cats, but we're by no means rare enough to be collectables. And yes, that was a joke, I am allowed to joke, aren't I?

( I perch and spread across the back of the couch as my friend and I watch movies, with a few of my friends reaching up now and then to scratch behind my ears. I don't have to tell anyone the terms or the words--they just know that 'this is how Kit is' and accept my quirky nature, just as I accept their quirks as well. )

MY GUIDE to How To Tell Others(friends/family/partners) About Your Therianthropy/Otherkin-ness

Disclaimer: This is how -I- do it. This may or may not work for you. If you find a better way, then that's awesome for you.

Warning: This is mostly focused on therians. I added a part on more general otherkin, but I don't actually have experience with that part, so I'm playing it by ear and my interest in psychology.

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Between one step and the next, like the shifting of waters--the ocean momentarily overtaking the beach with the strength of the tides--the one who is me is overflowed from human matters and drifts to feline matters.

( I flick my tail out behind me, not faltering in my stride )

I don't think a photo can ever do someone justice. Nothing 2D can ever really catch how that person or creature looks, just like how a simple name can't ever catch all that a person or creature is.

( I try to find the language of their body so I can mimic more then just the way they look or the way they talk. )

Michelle: I knew my life had solidly bought real estate in the Twilight Zone when, my best friend Jay walks in--and I'm getting ready to go to work, I worked at a gas station at this time, 3rd shift--and Jay walks in and he sighs and he goes: "(sigh) Jewels is possessed."

( Oh, well you want me to get, like, the bell and the candle? )

Ah, I remember a time when my online life vaguely followed that.

( Ah, the random days of psionic youth )

My post from a thread about Pre-Awareness of Therianthropy during Childhood, that sort of turned into a short history lesson on myself. It's not as pretty or written as well as my other posts on here, but enjoy anyway.

( I even remember thinking to myself how strange it was to be something undefined one day and purely and completely defined the next. )

While I am purely just 'me' at all times, sometimes it's easier to see where the part of me that is cat ends and where the purely human part begins.

This would be one of those times...

( Thoughts are more instinctual-based, with images and feelings instead of human words and the (completely overdone, claims the cat part,) highly pondered-out and studied way human thoughts can be. )

This is another story that happened during the summer at the camp I work at, I'm surprised I never wrote it down.

( It takes them six people to uproot me from my spot on the floating dock )

Ears alert and eyes wide, I watch the small black ball of soft fur as his green eyes stare at me from below on the stairs.

( If he were a human child, he would wrinkle his nose up and pout at me, instead he twitches his ears irately and pulls his whiskers back slightly. )

I pace outside my own bedroom. If I could, I would feel my claws show and retract in a nervous motion as I wear down my pads. I shouldn't be feeling like this about my bedroom. It's my bedroom.

Deep breath. Just get it over with.

( Darting through the cracked door quickly, shutting it before the little ball of black fuzz can escape. )