one ritz cracker and suddenly it’s the best day of his life
yes, go ahead please. i don’t need to do anything productive with that like wash my face or get ready for work. take your time.
spent his morning head scratch with one eye on me and the other on the demon dog that appears to be trying to figure out how her tongue functions.
"wtf mom literally everything you bring home sucks"
(buddy was not exactly hospitable during our last petsitting adventure…)
sometimes when i do laundry he’s helpful
other times he sits on the basket and picks out feathers to throw into the fresh and clean clothes
little guy got microchipped yesterday and has been sulking ever since
which i suppose is fair, i’d be sulking too if someone stabbed me in the chest