Sushi, the frenchie’s cat I’ve never met has an intent glare liken to that of surveillance lens. Mounted on a wall, occasionally she smirks at me plotting a scheme to save the world with my design endeavors;

Dear cat, I promise to volunteer at the soup kitchen post-triumphant-application period.
Stop staring already.

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