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I just got out the bath and heard a loud crash. It sounded like glass breaking. I went downstairs, following behind a growling Honey dog (at least she's protective).
There is nothing left on my mantle. The crystal vase we got from Matt's best man is on the floor, little pieces of glass, broken right in half. My candle holder is on the floor (luckily, the candle was not lit), flowers are everywhere, water is all over the place, and did I mention that the crystal vase with my pretty flowers in it is broken?
And now I can't stop crying.
And I know what cat did it, the useless, piece of shit cat. She's sitting on the monitor, staring at me. I just want to throw her outside. I hate her.
My living room looks like a bomb exploded in it. Even the wedding pictures hanging on the wall above the mantle are crooked.
Does anyone want a cat?
Now I can't stop crying...
There is nothing left on my mantle. The crystal vase we got from Matt's best man is on the floor, little pieces of glass, broken right in half. My candle holder is on the floor (luckily, the candle was not lit), flowers are everywhere, water is all over the place, and did I mention that the crystal vase with my pretty flowers in it is broken?
And now I can't stop crying.
And I know what cat did it, the useless, piece of shit cat. She's sitting on the monitor, staring at me. I just want to throw her outside. I hate her.
My living room looks like a bomb exploded in it. Even the wedding pictures hanging on the wall above the mantle are crooked.
Does anyone want a cat?
Now I can't stop crying...