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.Collapse )