Having a cat means that I will always be at the top of my baby talking to animals game. So long as there is a cat in our house I will always be practicing and perfecting my baby talking to animals craft.
I wonder what she thought as we all spent the entire week in the house. Even including vacations, we’ve never all stayed home for a full week. I’m guessing she was pissed, then forgot all about it, then was pissed, then forgot all about it… wash, rinse, repeat.
Anyone else sick of this shit yet? My love and I could have gone out for a dinner date last night but we couldn’t. I would have had a band practice tonight (probably) but I won’t. Bellana could have been on a trip to Montreal with friends from school but she’s not. Harry could be counting through all the big bucks he made working at the restaurant last night but he’s not.
This sucks. This also isn’t going to end any time soon.