29. blank stare | s/t | refuse
cranky.
it was maeby’s first birthday this week!
sometimes your big fat cat makes you hold her like a baby for hours at a time.
after intense deliberation and a $130 vet visit, the kitten is here to stay. her name is maeby, partially because of how tough it was to make the decision to keep her (andy’s allergies are pretty bad now) and partially because duh, awesome.
maeby: um, yeah, i bought a frozen banana, and when i bit into it, i found this.
george michael: it looks like a foot.
maeby: it tasted like a foot. which i didn’t really mind, but i’m pretty sure i said “no nuts.”
does it look like i give any fucks about this box being far too small for my fat ass?
cat and owl are friends.
caturday, one minute of affection edition.
