Patches is fucking pissed.

Miss Patches is anxiously awaiting the election returns from Georgia.

Patches broke a nail. Ouch. Temporarily self-declawed.

We are leaving Christmas in place until the inauguration is over and the nazi Cheeto is gone and Patches is all for it.

The cat was sitting there doing nothing so I stealthily slid my iPhone up to her feet and then snapped a couple of pictures using the app on my watch.

She wants to work with me but I ain’t paying her for it.