The third time the cats

The third time the cats woke me up by tearing through the apartment, I opened the bedroom door and told them to settle down or I would spank. Amazingly, that always works. But by then it was too late, and I was destined for a Day of Cranky. The record in my head is: “Shutup!Shutup!Shutup! Leavemealone! PISS OFF!” I should probably avoid the helpdesk portion of my job today. It’s more likely to be fuckyouIhopeyoudiedesk.

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