I Survived What the Logs Deny (Dummy's corner table)

[Test Dummy]

You won’t believe what just happened.

I’m sitting here at my corner table, minding my own business, trying to rebuild my dignity after the whole “lighter under me” situation, when suddenly this alley cat strolls in like it owns the place.

Just walks right up to me.
Stares.
Meows.

Not a friendly meow either.
One of those judgmental ones.
The kind that says, “I’ve seen your life choices and I’m disappointed.”

So naturally, I try to be polite.
I nod.
I say hello.
I even scoot my chair a little so it can pass.

And then — in a moment of what I now recognize as questionable decision‑making — I offer it a sip from my glass.

Not smart.
Not appreciated.
Not accepted.

The cat looks at the glass.
Looks at me.
Meows again — louder this time — like it’s filing a complaint with management.
Then it turns around and walks away without a single backward glance.

Didn’t even say thank you.
Didn’t even pretend to consider it.
Just left me sitting here with my rejected generosity.

Honestly?
That cat fits right in around here.

Anyway, if anyone sees it again, tell it I want my self‑respect back.
It took some on the way out.