I am on the couch tonight because Zelda is crashing at Emerson‘s and my place and there’s no room in the bed, and tiny girl was keeping my spot warm. You’d think this was good, right? Wrong.
This utter baby farts like an ADULT CLYDESDALE.
I love this cat but JESUS HENRY CHRIST. My couch? Half ruined. My dreams? Probably gonna be nightmares. This absolute baby love farts like an adult HUMAN MAN. Her farts should be outlawed by the Geneva Convention as some form of inhumane biochemical warfare.
I wish I were kidding. Her farts need to be studied for science because they’re worse than Emerson’s and mine COMBINED.
Sheeeesh.
I’m going to attempt to sleep if I’m not faced with more cruel and unusual cat punishment…
-Allēna
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