Logs of a Snow Leopard

My name is Cliff, and I, dear internet, am a snow leopard.

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Log 4

Oh how i wish i could purr. It would be so great. I get such an indescribable feeling of jealousy any time i hear another cat purr. like bro i wanna do that.

I've found myself yawning the way other felines do. I open my mouth as wide as possible and curl my tongue. One of the best feelings in the world if you ask me- but don't ask my dentist, they're convinced it's hurting my jaw. Maybe they're right though, my bones hurt. all of them. I wish i could curl up and stretch and roll like a real snow leopard, but I'm forever bound to pain and straining. Curse this stupid incomplete spine.

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Log 3

Lately, every time I see a little bird or a cute rat i feel the need to put it in my mouth and bite down. I suppose this is some sort of hunter's instinct kicking in. As much as I absolutely yearn for the feeling of killing my prey with my teeth and claws, it isn't exactly a helpful feeling to have- killing cute little creatures is kind of frowned upon by humans, y'know. I know that much because of how upset everybody in the house becomes when Sunflower brings us his dead prey.

While I praise him for his impressive catches (which are often twice the size of his head), everyone else shouts and yells at him. I've even been tasked with picking up & discarding the limp birds and rats before. It typically fills me with an obscure jealousy. I wish I could hunt alongside him, we'd probably be absolutely unstoppable.

I've always wished I could hunt with Sunflower and hang out with him more. He's really the closest to me, he feels like family. I enjoy laying around with him and communicating with nothing more than a few blinks.

I do find myself blinking at humans the same way I do with my cat friends more often than not. As you can imagine, it gets awkward when most humans assume I'm either falling asleep or have dry eyes or some other third thing. I end up blinking at people instead of saying "hello" or "thank you". Oh I'm going to be so incredibly fucked when I finally get a job.

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Log 2

It really shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that I'm a snow leopard. Ever since I was a small cub I would yak on and on about how I wished I had a great big tail and how I wished I had fur in more places than the top of my head. That desire never left me, it only grew greater.

I feel as if I've been forced here in this body, with this burning climate, without explanation, as a form of torture. I spend my days panting thanks to the lack of snow and onslaught from the sun's rays (I think they have a personal agenda against me, this body constantly feels as if it is melting).

Sometimes I'll feel my tail behind me subconsciously. It's never really there, and I know it never will be.

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Log 1

My name is Cliff, and I, dear internet, am a snow leopard.

You might be wondering: "How is a snow leopard typing with those great big paws?" The answer is; I'm not.

For as long as I can remember, I have been stuck inside the body of a young human. My perfect teeth and brilliant tail are nowhere to be seen- instead I've got red bumps on scarily smooth skin that won't grow more than an inch of fur.

Now of course, I've been raised a human, so I've observed quite a few things about this peculiar species. They have countless rules and expectations for people that they don't even know. (And they eat a lot more plants than I'd like in my diet.)

I have not mastered the skill of masking- and while I don't think anybody has caught on, they certainly think of me as something wrong. Such judgmental creatures, humans are.

I suppose this log has been more about humans than it has about me. But hey, I'm told I'm supposed to be one of them.