People suck. I’m just going to quit my job, burn my belongings (except my blankets), then live under a rock with my cat.
Ollie still loves me. She walked onto my tummy and fell asleep. We just moved into Gabby’s house that has a shit ton of cats, or, like, 6, so like I said a shit ton, and she’s been pissy with me. That was upsetting because at Dawns she was so happy and lovable, which she hasn’t been that way towards me since we lived in Deckerville. Alright, I’m done babbling about my relationship with my cat. Goodnight.