It’s probably not a good thing that our cat Mew can pick my dick out of a lineup at this point.
All because I found that mask packed away from last year.
Our cat Mew, when not able to wake me up through ordinary means (whining, scratching the door and such) has decided the new thing is to stick her paw in my mouth. Like all the way in. Super-gross, cat. Knock it off.
Something like this always happens when I have to build something. I must have a rare form of dyslexia or something where it only affects me when I read instructions.
Hey idiot. Maybe next time don’t grab a dish out of the sink when you’re pouring out leftover boiling kettle water. You dumb shit.
I’m never going to win a shedding contest with our cat Mew, that’s for sure.