My cat is my lover, and my best friend.
All the while he is stupid, retarded, and loathful.
This morning I decided that I would finish reading The Blind Assassin, by Margaret Atwood, in my room downstaris and I learned something.
My cat suffers from severe seperation anxiety.
He broke a wine glass, an ashtray, and dismantled most of the kitchen in an attempt to getr my attention.
Now he's trying to cuddle and love me... while he doesn't understand why I'm so angry.
I swear having a cat is like having a less maintained child....
I leave Saturday morning, I'm half packed. I'm going to miss Spencer so stupidly much.
But, it'll be alright, we'll figure it out. Nellus my doll, is coming over to have a girly movie day with me, while I await the internet people to come and fix my computer...
What a life...
So much waiting.
For what?
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