Hmm
You know, there may be something wrong in your life when, to prepare for a night out, you have to first tip up any boots not worn for a while, in case there's anything dead in there, then you go to get your Nice, Rarely Used, Shiny Red Handbag... and discover it is full of dry cat food.
I'm just saying.
I'm just saying.

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(and yes, at least I hadn't planned on wearing the lovely new top one of them had thrown up on...)
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not well.
Really should attempt getting to work. Tho first, must tackle getting dressed.
WOE.
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And the spare bed still smell of pee, I keep forgetting to trudge over to laundromate with the duvet (can you tell we don't use said spare room very much? ;) Must remember to have this done before end of January when my sisters are supposed to stay in that room for a weekend...
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I have actually only ever seen her in the hallway outside our front door (we live in a building of 6 flats so there's a hallway between our front door and the door to the outside world. ) the once, never mind in the actual outdoors.
And this was when I'd been away for some time and she was so happy to see me she ryushed out the door when I opened it, intending to stroke herself against my legs. Only problem was she realised where she was about 3 seconds after all paws touched the hallway floor, and ran in like a streak of lighting to hide under the bed for the next hour :p
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Ah, it's that "rarely" that got you. Clearly it was decided if you weren't using it, it was up for grabs.
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neither of these scenarios is particularly comforting.
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Woe.