Joseph Morris

08/03/2025

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07/27/2025

Today is my birthday but I am not beautiful and no one has wished me 😭😭😭

06/04/2025

Beautiful Photography💕🐾







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05/18/2025

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05/11/2025

When you don't have to pay for rent and food 🐈😻

05/11/2025

The real life Lord of the Rings .. 😻❤️

05/11/2025

In a quiet little apartment filled with the hum of old jazz records and the scent of morning coffee, lived an introverted cat named Whiskers. She was gentle, soft-pawed, and often overlooked by guests who barely noticed her as she melted into corners and shadows.

Whiskers had always been a quiet observer, not a performer. She didn’t chase string or leap through the air. Instead, she watched the world—silently, thoughtfully.

Her human, Clara, was a sculptor. Over the years, Clara had crafted a pair of tall, elegant cat statues that stood proudly on a shelf near the window. They were sleek, poised, and graceful—everything Whiskers imagined a “perfect” cat should be.

But one rainy afternoon, something changed.

Clara was away, and the apartment was wrapped in silence, except for the occasional tap of rain against the glass. Whiskers hopped up onto the shelf she had never dared to explore before. She sat between the two statues, back straight, paws tucked, mimicking their stillness down to the tilt of her ears.

For the first time, Whiskers didn’t feel like she was "less than." She didn’t need to be playful or loud or perfect. She didn’t need to beg for attention. She simply was. And in that moment—sitting tall between the statues—she felt... whole.

Later, when Clara returned and saw her there, she gasped softly. Not out of surprise, but of recognition. She didn’t rush for a camera or try to coax Whiskers down. She just smiled and whispered, “I see you.”

From that day on, Clara began calling her La Muse Silencieuse—The Silent Muse. And Whiskers? She still climbs between the statues sometimes, not to become them—but to remind herself that she belongs. Not just in the apartment, but in the heart of the home.

Because sometimes, the quietest souls hold the most beautiful presence.