Sack Cat mythos:
It’s a vessel for emotion. It’s inner stuffing directly correlates with whatever feeling it’s experiencing or absorbing.
Anything can fill it. Potatoes for depression. Cotton balls for happiness. Bones and candy for a festive Halloween. Sopping wet laundry for sadness. Broken shards of glass for anger. Butterflies for anxiety or love… anxiety love!
It has no genitalia, therefore no gender. I suppose if someone really wanted to fuck it, they could cut a hole. But Sack Cat wouldn’t perceive it as anything more than a pressure against it’s body. Sack Cat cannot physically experience pain or pleasure.
It’s got one fucked up + eye. When negative emotions flare up both are +’s.
Uhh, that’s all for now. I kind of like this creature.