It's a week since my cat died, and I'm doing really badly. I've got enough quality meat and fish in the freezer for at least 60 meals, and the only thing I want to eat is Heinz Cream of Tomato soup, my childhood comfort food 馃挃
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thought I had a lens wipe in my pocket and ended up pulling out and opening a packet of grated parmesan cheese during a work meeting
I want to watch "Sleepy Hollow" but it's after midnight, I'm all alone (no cat 馃槥) in a big house, and I can't remember how scary it is 馃槵
I'm not cut out for junk food. 3 days, and it feels like I've got Baby Alien oozing acid in my stomach. (And I'm craving spinach).
Monty cat followed my cat everywhere. She hated him. I started feeding him when I realised I could see his spine through his fur. He moved in when she died. He was an absolute sweetheart who loved me unconditionally. I'll never get over losing him. He's worth the grief.
I'm not ashamed of saying my cat Monty was my world. Some people's worlds are money, business, power. Mine was an incredibly good-natured little furry person. I'm happy with that.
I hope there's an afterlife so I can be with my animals again. Humans? Not so much. A couple I'd die for tomorrow, the rest have some serious questions to answer.
I'm taking Monty cat to the vet. He is very, very not OK. Having nobody is brutal. At least Monty has me.
I look at some of the fashion ads on my timeline and wonder how horrible the rest of their range is if that's the thing they're showing to lure me in 馃ぃ
I stopped laughing at Trump a long time ago because he's an old man with advanced dementia and serious physical decline. I'm not amused, I'm terrified.


