Bastian my cat is annoying early in the morning. You might say he’s cute and beautiful and whatever words you want to use for this:
But he is making me consider slitting my veins in the early hours when I’m juggling breakfast and pee pee and dressing up responsibilities to the best of my ability and this mofo stares at me from outside scratching the kitchen door only to wait on the porch and lick his fur when I let him in in haste. Once he eats his food he claws my calf asking for more and I swear to an Egyptian cat he looks like this:
There’s nothing to be proud of but I did tell him: “No more food for you, dog”.
He left the room and jumped on San-Jay’s bed.
Not my problem now. Phew…