Oh god, bonny. So stressful, wtf.
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Anyone else think a little bit of St. Francis found it's way into Bonny?
Oh Bonny. So sorry you're dealing with additional stress. Not at all what you need.
hugs all around
In somewhat related news:
So, Tom wasn't able to scoop last night (we generally scoop every night) and all of a sudden I hear Marley meowling upstairs. He keeps meowing loudly, so I go upstairs... and he's pooping on the bed!
I'm pretty sure he was reacting to the state of the box (and perhaps my absence?) I hope so, anyway.
damn your cats are very specific in their expressions of displeasure.
I went and had pear and chocolate gelato. It helped with the anxiety.
(For about ten minutes, but still...)
True story, le n.
Sean, I have long been a believer in gelato's restorative qualities.
damn. that gelato sounds GREAT.
Nora,
I like how the cat didn't pick a chair or the rug. Fuck your bed, people! I'm pooping in it.