There’s a special place in hell for people who move into an apartment complex and just decide(like assholes) to let their cats be “indoor/outdoor cats”. BRUH. of course your cat is going to (probably) like that, because it’s a tiny murder-ball. Our little familiars really aren’t that far removed from proud, wild things. So, when let outside, they form weird carnivore-musical cliques.
Here’s 2 of the jerks.
Tbh, they’re adorable.
My husband is defensive of our cat and actively roots for the destruction of our local tribe of switchblade-pawed assholes. It’s precious. Also precious, was his confusing “West end” with “West Side ” which I think we can all agree would have been a very different Leonard Bernstein experience .
I’m writing this on the couch while watching Kathleenlights tutorials and wearing dinosaur pants. It’s almost 11, and I shouldn’t be in dinosaur pants because there’s shit want to do out in this beautiful, green world before I leave for work at 4:00.
So, I’ma do them.
You do you.
I know that if you’re not a Trump supporter, you’re pissed right now. I am fucking livid and also worried. Remember to breathe, remember to fact – check, and live your life as an act of beautiful resistance. I love you.