I'd rather take a bath with a shark.

Sometimes we hurt our pets without meaning to. The good news is (and I forget where I read this, so you'll just have to trust me) is that when you freak out and make a fuss of them afterwards, you dog or cat actually understands that you're saying sorry. Apparently, animals do this to each other when they're young, if their rough housing gets too rough and one gets hurt, the other will apologise with cuddles or something.  

I try, I really do. But cats are all on a personal mission to trip you over as many times as possible. With smaller cats, this can be very stressful.

Like with Harleyquinn and Eleven, for example.

They are both very smol, and thus tripping over one of them often results in kicking them across the room.  

And then panicking and feeling wracked with guilt.

 Tripping over Ivy?

Not so much with the guilt.

 

Gyr is not home yet. Now they're saying the end of this week. 

I JUST WANT MY MF CAR BACK FOR FECK'S SAKE IT'S BEEN ALMOST TWO MONTHS.

 Also found out today I have a torn labrum and torn hamstring in the left leg. My orthopaedist can now be added to the list of people who think I'm a witch. He could not understand how I betray absolutely no outward signs that I am in fucking excruciating pain pretty much all the time.

I have informed Bossman that he will be purchasing me a giant beanbag chair for my desk because regular chairs are now my enemy.