What's that kitty? You want me to kill who?
I don’t know why I keep updating this thing. It seems the only few people who read this journal have either unfriended me or deleted their journals. On days like this I am often reduced to talking to my cats.
I saw this picture in a magazine at the clinic the other day related to an article about people who rescued animals. A crazy haired woman in a hideous pink sweater with kittens batting a ball of yarn on it sat smiling dreamily at the camera. Around her were several carpeted cat towers and beds sporting about five or six cats. All of this was framed by bookcases loaded with various creepy cat pictures, statues, and plushies.
That's gonna be me in about twenty years.
I saw this picture in a magazine at the clinic the other day related to an article about people who rescued animals. A crazy haired woman in a hideous pink sweater with kittens batting a ball of yarn on it sat smiling dreamily at the camera. Around her were several carpeted cat towers and beds sporting about five or six cats. All of this was framed by bookcases loaded with various creepy cat pictures, statues, and plushies.
That's gonna be me in about twenty years.