meow

I deserved the glare that I got today while waiting to be seated for lunch. The middle aged woman in front of me looked like a cat and I was fascinated. Her skin seemed too tight for her skull while her neck and hands were soft and a bit lined like a normal middle aged woman. I wasn't trying to be rude but I was mesmerized by the complete lack of wrinkles anywhere on her face, even as she was glaring. It really was like a cat; their expressions rarely change but you just know when they want to rip your throat out.