How a literal fucking cat saved me from being a beta faggot for the rest of my life
>be 19
>Just got fired from my shitty job for not showing up
>didn't really care
>spend weeks browsing 4chan and playing vidjya
>still no job

Let me also clarify this by saying I HAVE some friends and also social media. But I often never hang out or talk to any of them and I never posted anything on social media ever. Also, no girlfriend/virgin. I'm pretty average looking, not ugly autismo levels of betafaggotry, but that combined with social awkwardness kept me from dating anybody.

Anyways,

>one day after a month of not working (managed to get by having saved up a good $3000 in my savings
>i see a cat
>a rando fucking cat just hanging out in my yard
>I loved cats so I grabbed a few crackers and crushed them up to bring out to it.
>cat comes RIGHT up to me and lets me pet it/feed it whatever
>doesn't have a collar
>not sure if it has owner but it was really friendly.
>follows me onto porch where i give it a bowl of water
>laps that shit UP (must've been parched)

I also owned a cat before back when I was 7. But I never really took care of it. Was mostly my mom who did. I wasn't any good of an owner.

>cont.