Dear journal, today I received yet another shock to my sensibilities as I beheld a sight that was as ghastly as it was queer; made all the more troubling by the bucolic setting in which it appeared. I found that my child had drawn a cat that was not a cat. The unnameable thing had all the features of a feline and yet it was not of this world. I can scarcely describe the effect that viewing such an image has on the human mind, and to spare anyone who might read this journal in the future I will not attempt to do so.
Dear journal, today I received yet another shock to my sensibilities as I beheld a sight that was as ghastly as it was queer; made all the more troubling by the bucolic setting in which it appeared. I found that my child had drawn a cat that was not a cat. The unnameable thing had all the features of a feline and yet it was not of this world. I can scarcely describe the effect that viewing such an image has on the human mind, and to spare anyone who might read this journal in the future I will not attempt to do so.
The cat reading that diary at 3am (just before the zoomies):