There is a framed portrait of Heavy TF2 under my desk and Raz curls up in my storage bin and gazes longingly at it as tho the Heavy was the only thing holding his little heart together
my kitty cat was wandering around going ‘mrrph?” so i was like “in here!” he goes “mrrph!” shoves open my bedroom door with his big round head and FLOPS on me. as in hard enough that he made a little “oof” noise when he did it. followed by a category five purring event. there’s good in this world mr frodo etc
there is no actual reason to be mean to kids. like no situation warrants being mean to a child. You can have the worst day of your life and still smile at a kid you see in the grocery store.