Found dust again. On the cat. Again. Looks like he's been hunting. Probly dust bunnies. With some success, I'd guess.
Found dust again. On the cat. Again. This never used to happen. When he was alive. Not so much, anyway.
Fracture crackers. Fraught thoughts. Fraught toddy. Frauncy ponch. Mumble Week. (It comes and goes.)
Fulfillment, that's what I want. I ordered stuff from Almazzon two weeks ago and it still isn't here. My cat is getting somewhat twitchy without his 'nip. Can't blame him. I need some too.
Have been thinking of taking up catnip farming. After I move out of tiger country, I think.
Have decided to become a critic. All I need now is a subject, and maybe a pen, and some paper. Not sure about the rest. Is there an official uniform? A license? Secret handshake? Do I wear a mask? A cape? Special socks? This is all so new, so sudden, but I need the money. Does being a critic pay at all, or will I just get beaten up more often? (Pretty tired of that part already.) So many questions. Maybe I should email the cat, even though he's on vacation and gets cranky when I do that, but what else is new?
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Me? Found sandpaper in my underwear. Again.
