We were in Petsmart picking up food for our monsters... Sunday? Yea, Sunday. (This weekend is a blur due to the 17-page theory essay I wrote.) They donate space to an animal hospital that adopts out adult cats, and there was a volunteer there cleaning the cages, so we got to go in and say hi to the kitties. Oh, man. I hate going in there, because I always end up a little teary; they're always such beautiful cats and I want to bring them all home with me right now, but that's not anything in the realm of possibility. So we just talked sweetly to them for a bit and gave them some attention before we went on, but... yarg. Poor cats.
We were in Petsmart picking up food for our monsters... Sunday? Yea, Sunday. (This weekend is a blur due to the 17-page theory essay I wrote.) They donate space to an animal hospital that adopts out adult cats, and there was a volunteer there cleaning the cages, so we got to go in and say hi to the kitties. Oh, man. I hate going in there, because I always end up a little teary; they're always such beautiful cats and I want to bring them all home with me right now, but that's not anything in the realm of possibility. So we just talked sweetly to them for a bit and gave them some attention before we went on, but... yarg. Poor cats.
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Like a boss.
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Yuletide letter placeholder, ahoy!
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I did Not Prime Time this year, which made me actually write something for the first time since Yuletide. It was fun! It was also a lot more low key…
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