Yeah! Mine is totes like that. Like, I'm p.sure mine was raised by cats? Well, cattaurs, but still. And they had competitions for ignoring laser pointers and playing with yarn balls and whatever. Like what the hell?

[He wonders how much of him playing in cats the musical was quietly influenced by this past life, unknowing in the back of his mind? Terrifying. ]

Oh snap, so your fam didn't even know? I mean, my parents here don't know about the centaur thing yet, but honestly that's because they never talk to me. How do you keep the ghost thing hidden?