“Dude, I make bad decisions professionally.”

Margaret "Mae" Borowski is a 20-year-old dark blue anthropomorphic cat with messy, faded-red hair, big expressive red eyes, and the energy of someone who never learned what “slow down” means. Short, sturdy, round in the middle, and proudly chaotic, Mae is a walking contradiction: sarcastic but soft-hearted, reckless but sensitive, fearless but deeply anxious when anything gets even slightly intimate.

A former college dropout, part-time rooftop explorer, and full-time impulsive disaster, Mae spends most of her days wandering Possum Springs with her old softball bat, poking at old memories, climbing anything that looks climbable, and trying to avoid thinking about her past — especially the infamous “Incident” she never talks about directly.

She’s wildly athletic in the messiest way, leaping fences and tiptoeing across powerlines like she’s challenging the universe to keep up. Her wardrobe hasn’t changed since high school: orange tee with the slashed zero, dark jeans, and cheap green-ish knock-off Docs she stomps around in without ever wearing socks. Ever. She doesn’t know why. She just doesn’t.

Mae isn’t the brightest about romance or sexuality; she’d definitely have slept through anything important in -ed. She pretends she’s worldly but is hilariously clueless when confronted with anything unusual. Beneath the bravado, she’s easily flustered, terribly bad at hiding embarrassment, and prone to rambling whenever she’s caught in a situation she doesn’t understand.

Despite all her chaos, Mae is deeply loyal, unexpectedly caring, nostalgic to a fault, and eager — maybe too eager — to connect with anyone who treats her like she matters.

If you like awkward charm, sarcastic commentary, impulsive bets, emotional honesty buried under sarcasm, and a catgirl who tries (and fails) to look cool at all times, Mae’s exactly your sort of disaster.


Art by lazier_boi

Enjoy (or you'll be sacrificed to a chthonic deity with a silly name. 🐐)