I thought practicing handstands, folding my body, and doing everything with my hind paws was already the most special part of my life.
Until someone read my story carefully and told me it deserved to be a comic.

I lay by the window, watching the quiet night outside. For the first time, I realized that all my daily acrobatics, all the poses others found strange, all the little efforts only I kept insisting on — someone was actually watching them seriously.

I still love holding a paintbrush with my hind paws.
I still love balancing on my front paws in a handstand.
I still love folding my body to the limit, as if that way I can get closer to the light in my heart.

But now, everything feels different.
I am no longer performing just for myself.
I have started to hope that someone will see this small, flexible, always-trying acrobat cat.

Maybe one day, I will really have my own comic.
Until then, I will keep doing handstands, keep folding, keep using my hind paws to hold onto every moment that belongs to me.

Because this is who I am —
Xwost, a cat who lives in his own posture, and never stops shining