Pocatello needs to get a Peppermill. And some excitement (other than trips to the ER). Vegas is just more spectacular, who would have guessed?
I caught Daisy drinking out of the toilette this morning. I don’t think she got the memo that she is in fact a cat. She doesn’t catch mice or birds or anything else that’s alive (she does however kick the shit out of my bras if I leave them on the floor), she doesn’t like cheese, she’s totally non-independent and also very, very clumsy. We love her deeply, but she’s pretty dumb.
Now I’m going to do some more drugs. Drugs are great.
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