You guys, I’m really freaking out about my cat, King.
No details, because then there’s the whole solution/judgement/Other Person’s Stuff phenomenon.
A minor yet ongoing concern is approaching alarming, rapidly, and dealing with it sucks and the whole thing?
Then, to top off things pleasantly, both of them wake me up last night.** I had a Super Big Important Things day and felt “less than blessed.”***
So, of course, because I am a sucker and I love these little parasitic demon spawn snuggle snatchers of mine, I see this comic online before I could properly wake up and *bam*, it’s all better. How? Why?
Because comics fix things. Just like pets.
*No, let me tell you how I really feel…
**Which, ok, lets take this with some, ah, drama queen flavored salt. The context as you will see above is the main issue. The cats have been reasonably good with the whole “Disturbing of the Sleep Issue” lately. They’re such/really good kitties….
…And I wasn’t expecting so much emotional energy to go into maintaining their current indoor status. Then, there’s the whole relationship piece. I have relationships^ with both of these gorgeous, personable, incredibly soft creatures.
^And there you have my life’s work. Not just with cats, obviously. EVERYONE.
BECAUSE EVERYONE IS ME AND IT’S ALL REALLY CONFUSING AND FRUSTRATING AND ARG.
***To quote my mom.