Fucking white people!
Michael M, making my personal nightmare of Daniel Radcliffe and Jason Statham swapping facial features a reality. He’s a delight and everyone should know him.
Trying to maintain my usual levels of sass in the throes of grief is exhausting, but keeping me more or less steady so far. I must be coming off as totally manic and overcompensating, but it’s better than being a sour puss 24/7. It will hurt less tomorrow.
Tito didn’t give a shit about your personal space. When she wanted to cuddle, you were going to cuddle, dammit, AND get drooled on. Kind of a lot, too, when she was younger. She loved being little spoon when I was lying on the couch to watch TV because it mean extra strength belly rubs. On account of the drooling and intense cuddling, I often had to pull the blanket up over my chin to keep dry:
This video demonstrates, however darkly, that glazed-over look she got in her eye when cuddles were on the horizon. I guarantee the blanket was already up to my eyeballs when I started recording this.
In honor of the little beast who has been with me through everything, Tito, my dearheart, my little love. Here she is in healthier days, happily squawking in response to almost all the times I shriek “KITTY” at her. She always came when I called, and sometimes when I didn’t.
The image in Netflix froze while the sound and subtitles kept going, so it turned into more of a wildlife documentary about ol’ Petey Campbell and I couldn’t be more pleased with life.
Just another day/pep talk in the office!
Watch this flow.
i have watched this so many times and it is not enough
Oh good lord