Hey potential recluses and lonely chicks, the bar has been raised. Not only do you have to own like 9 cats, hundreds of plastic bags, have zero friends in your life and no prospects for love, you now need to get the dead cats drawn and tattooed on your back.
Life's such a grind for these sad chicks. Living in a log cabin in the middle of West Virginia that has no landlord and isn't technically on "the grid" is no longer qualification to be a cat lady in 2013. Shit's harder. It's like how college is "the new high school" and grad school is "the new college." I feel for y'all.
PS. "Monocle" Cat is an absolute problem
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Add CommentI want to know what happens when those die and she adopts more.. Doesn't seem like there's room in that squiggle for any additional cats.
maybe a kitten? i'm sorry that was too much.
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