You've reached the pinnacle of feline cognitive dissonance. Your cat's adorable face is now indistinguishable from your therapist's.
Your cat, Mr. Whiskers, is not actually listening to you. In fact, he's been secretly running the therapy sessions the whole time.
As you sit here, staring at Mr. Whiskers' smug, judgmental face, you begin to realize that you may need to reevaluate your life choices.
Level 4: The Feline Existential Crisis awaits, but first you must confront the crushing existential dread that your cat is, in fact, the one calling the shots.
