Galahad, who still feels as if he's misstepped, tries to scrounge through his cat brain for something useful to say. Normally if he doesn't have anything to say he doesn't say anything, but now his mind is all instinct and impulse, in a quarreling heap between his ears.
"It makes me feel foolish," he meows. "Like I can't trust my own thoughts."
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Date: 2024-11-01 02:18 pm (UTC)"It makes me feel foolish," he meows. "Like I can't trust my own thoughts."