I’m taking my cat to the vet on Monday.
He’s having his balls removed.
I feel really sorry for the little guy,
he struts around with his balls dangling wiggling his bum around.
I doubt he’ll be doing much strutting come Monday
I'm still baffled that a certain person thinks we used to be close, when they're the polar opposite of me and not someone I would hang out with, either here or IRL.
It feels way too early for breakfast, especially considering I’m going to have to skip lunch will be 13 hours until I’m home again and can make something.