If you can tell me when March became almost October, that would help considerably. This year has been an epic mind-fuck.
I skipped last Saturday’s cat post because I overdid it grocery shopping. When I sit down on the kitchen floor in agony (I actually said, “I can’t do this. I HURT.”) because my pain went uncontrolled for a few hours, that’s not a good sign.
Hopefully, this is funny enough to make up for it.
How are YOUR cats doing? I’ve got one who officially growls at the mailman (She’s waiting for her stimulus check. 😉 and I am under strict cat surveillance 24/7 in case I do something more interesting than the neighbors. I suspect they use Tumblr to gossip about me. 😉
I guess I survived another week feeling like a caged animal, among other things. I’ve only gotten claustrophobic once, in an MRI machine, but now I am claustrophobic wearing a mask and feeling stuck indoors since I am a destination walker and nearly all destinations are closed. I’m hoping I can avoid hyperventilating in Walmart tomorrow because my cats need food and other necessary supplies we’re low on, and they outnumber me. If your cat hasn’t judged you this week, you can borrow one of mine and be judged. 😉