My cat barfed for the second time this week
This time her food was barely digested.
I panicked thinking she’d suddenly developed an allergy to chicken or sweet potato (because her food is totally grain free). But then I caught her in the tub licking water off of the bottom and realised the stupid idiot hasn’t been drinking from her water bowl because it’s stainless steel and she doesn’t eat/drink when she can see herself in the bowl. So I switched the bowl out and she started drinking from the porcelain one immediately and acting like she didn’t just barf up a gut full of sticky food slop.
Fucking cats man. Why.
Let’s Start This Thing
I’m thankful for these muscle relaxers (“discard by 11/12/11” don’t mean shit) and this bottle of scotch.
I am thankful for stale biryani.
Soup. Soup has definitely been an uncomplicated enjoyment in my life that I’ve gained new appreciation for.
I’m thankful for the waffle fries and frozen corn dogs Josh picked out for dinner tonight.
I am thankful for the Dayquil that took me from barely functioning to someone who could write and edit a research paper today.
I’m thankful for honey whiskey, this massage chair, and orgasms.
I had to stretch my legs out and that woke up both cats
But when Spicy looked at me I could see that half of her face fur was all messed up and her whispers were crooked from sleeping so hard. And she was sneezing.
This cat’s sudden fondness for cuddling me and being stupidly cute is going to fucking kill me.
I’m kind of really emotional tonight
and both of my cats are curled up into little cat balls and Spicy snores every once in a while and sometimes Nefi flexes her little paws into teeny kitty fists and oh my god Spicy just covered her face with her paw
so basically I’m getting teary eyed over my dumb cats just sleeping