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Omgosh, my kitty has taken over my life. I literally spend most of my time worrying over him, cuddling him, cleaning him, feeding him, and either grumbling that he's pooping too much or desperately trying to get him to poop more. I have learned something: I should not be given children or anything dependent on my care. Particularly as he weighs something ridiculous like 500g and I allow him to sleep in my bed despite the very real chance I will roll over him.
On top of that, I've been in constant contact with the people adopting him on Tuesday and every time I get an email from them I go and cuddle the little guy and start to cry because I'm gonna miss him. I was not meant to deal with these things during exam period. He probably knows more about Korean liquid adaptation from English loanwords than anybody should at this point because I wrote a report for about 5 hours while he was tucked under my chin.
I keep "cheering people up" with pictures of him because he makes me so ridiculously happy, and so here is my little man:
On top of that, I've been in constant contact with the people adopting him on Tuesday and every time I get an email from them I go and cuddle the little guy and start to cry because I'm gonna miss him. I was not meant to deal with these things during exam period. He probably knows more about Korean liquid adaptation from English loanwords than anybody should at this point because I wrote a report for about 5 hours while he was tucked under my chin.
I keep "cheering people up" with pictures of him because he makes me so ridiculously happy, and so here is my little man: