Babs was normal, as far as she was concerned. Of course, there were people who said otherwise, but weren't there always jackasses to put others down? Babs never let any of that BS get to her. In her view, anyone who said she wasn't normal had no idea what normal was. She was muttering this to herself as she made her way to the cafe/bookstore on the end of the street to get some well-needed hot coco, extra whipped topping. She huffled a sigh as her hands reached up to cup her large furry ears to warm them and a shiver ran through her body. She needed earmuffs, but anything she ever found was for humans. It pissed her off. Being a neko or something other than human in this day-and-age was like being black or mexican back in the 1800s. People treated you as if you were the scum of the earth and it just wasn't right. She zipped her long black trenchcoat up all the way and bent her head to conceal everything below her nose behind the abnormally high-topped collar of the coat. As she pushed the door of the cafe open she almost let out a moan of relief as the warm, delicious-smelling air wafted toward her, inviting her in. Awesome.