I am the smallest thing in this room and everybody keeps mentioning it. The hoodie is a normal hoodie. I am simply a very small amount of cat inside it.

The pocket was not built for me. I moved in anyway and nobody has asked me to leave.

Exactly one mug tall. I have measured this more times than I would like to admit.

Everyone wants to hold me. I have accepted that this is simply my life now.

We tried standing on each other to reach the counter. We got as far as the counter edge and then we all thought about it.
People say small like it is a problem to solve. I have never once needed more room than I have.
The chair, the box, the gap behind the fridge. All of it fits me. None of it fits you.
I get carried places I did not agree to go, and I arrive anyway, and it is usually fine.