I have too many animals, anxiety and depression. Life is good.
The Tale of the Mysterious Piss Puddle: Part II
Warning: another cat story. So I'm just gonna go out on a limb here and assume you read my story about my cat, Bailey. To sum it up: basically one of my four cats was peeing on the table, so I used the process of elimination to determine that it was, in fact, Bailey peeing on my kitchen table. Or, so I thought.
An Open Letter to a Shitty Ex Step-Dad
You came up in conversation the other day, like you usually do when I see old friends. "How’s name removed for privacy doing?"
With raccoons, the first thing that comes to mind is a fat animal that knocks your trash over at night. Cute but also wild.
So let me start out with I LOVE ANIMALS, and actually have a ton... even exotics that when I tell people they're like, "Shut up you do not own one of those." Then I have to pull the old phone out to prove it but anyways. Animals, they do no wrong... except Bailey. Don't get me wrong, I love Bay. He is one of my male cats, the oldest one. He is so loving, really a great cuddler and always has to be by me which is great until he's under my feet or when he's meowing non-stop because I won't make eye contact with him or you know do something crazy like sleep in. I have three other cats (and just lost one) and Bailey is the only one that when I adopted him he was declawed. I don't personally declaw my cats... I hate it... but anywho Bailey gets picked on by all my cats because he is so nosey and the others don't like him all up in their faces 24/7 but that doesn't stop Bailey!