I’m going to write a book about having multiple cats in a small apartment called “I Am This Close To Giving Up” or “If You Sweep, You Can Eat”.
Sick-day number three.
Wearing a blanket and cuddling my netti pot.
If you feel the need to comment/message rude things…I got you a present, asshole.
My true identity comes out when studying for finals on a Friday night
Couch cat days. I miss them.