Anxiety, not introversion.

Still though. People ought to stop equating the two.

Same. And I wasn’t even high.

Just met a cat. A big, not fat, but large boy of a cat.

He was sitting in front of the supermarket. I crouched down and reached out my hand for him. He glanced at me, than came forward to sniff my hand and rub against. I pet the cat.

Bought some smoked chicken for making sandwiches. I walk out and see a woman filming the cat. He does not seem to care, then sees me. His stare fixated, following me as I walk around the lady so I don’t block the exit.

I give him some chicken, which he takes gently. He is happy.

This cat knows who to bribe with attention in exchange for food.

As long as you don’t whipe it off on the cat. Others may want to face cat too.

Speak for yourself. My cats never scratched me on purpose.