always
Yup. God forbid you put me around alcohol or weed and a cat or a dog at the same time. Goodbye potential friendships, hello cuddles.
Over the summer, I drove to Chicago with some friends to go to a concert. After I found the bar (and 12 dollars worth of the finest Pabst Blue Ribbon money can buy), I found a cat hanging out in the loft. Needless to say, I missed the musician we had travelled four hours to see.
forever a catlady
will probably be
this was me last night.
Mememememe! Option C please!
Yep. At parties, I’m probably: a) petting cats/dogs/canaries/komodo dragons/whathaveyou b) petting books on bookshelves...