I'm sitting on the edge of a fold out bed with the metal bars biting into the backs of my legs because THE CAT is on my computer chair.
I'm typing this one-handed because the other hand is holding a pop-tart.
MY breakfast pop-tart.
You know, the one THE CAT is eating. Yep, I'm holding my breakfast out so THE CAT can happily gnaw away at it.
And I'm
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