The office has become a battle ground.
If I wear my hair in a pony tail, she chews it. If I wear it down, she grooms and then sleeps in it. If I wear it up, the bun… must… DIE!
I need rescued from the rescue cat.
The office has become a battle ground.
If I wear my hair in a pony tail, she chews it. If I wear it down, she grooms and then sleeps in it. If I wear it up, the bun… must… DIE!
I need rescued from the rescue cat.
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Oh dear! That cat may end up with some serious hair balls! Hehe
…or something. I thought the other rescue cat was high maintenance. This one is worse than a toddler. (Of course I’m already hopelessly in love with the little turd, but still.)