I woke up to her standing on top of me, meowing so loud I thought she was injured.
She was not injured. She just wants more fucking turkey. She is so singularly focused, it is almost disturbing. She’s reverted to her feral roots.
I yearn for the day I go to kling and there isn’t a blackout drunk child there ready to shout all of the most horrible violent shit they’ve ever experienced from the rooftops