Leapt out of my fucking skin lads. It's taken a full decade off my lifespan, minimum.
Holy fuckballs the cats just gave me a fucking heart attack. I was woken by a great clattering as Baron chased Bishop into the room and beneath my bed. Still, black silence for a few moments, then from beneath my bed Bishop started making that horrifying demonic chanting noise. If you know you know.
Oh pal, this is so hard, I'm sorry. What a beautiful pup ♡
More often than you know, my sanity is entirely anchored by the way my cats will lean towards my finger when I point at them, go a little cross eyed looking at it, then lean forward and gently touch my fingertip with their little nose.
And a vibe
People who make videos where they hold snacks slightly out of a tiny animal's reach so it has to stand on its tiny little tippy toes deserve more recognition in the mental wellbeing movement
“Yo, who wants to play a party game?” I ask, slamming the dsm-5 on the kitchen table. The first one to get kinda defensive loses.
