pangur causes so many issues. she expects me to gently scoop her up and carry her to bed at night, where she’ll sleep tucked into my arms like a teddybear, but last night I was dying of flu and crawled into bed early, alone. AND SO she spent 2.5 hours roaming my parents house screaming at the top of her lungs. she knew exactly where I was the entire time. she kept popping her tiny head through the doorway to peer at me with her huge black eyes & see if I’d heard her & was paying attention. and when I continued to die from the flu and not do anything, she’d leave and resume screaming like a banshee. what I was supposed to do was get out of bed, find her, pick her up, kiss her on her tiny inbred forehead, and say “ohhhhh poor sweetheart, ohhhhhh,” and because I failed in this duty, everybody in the house had to listen the loudest, highest pitched screams a cat can produce for multiple hours into the early morning.
imagine. finally, the screaming stops. you feel blessed relief. then you look up and see this in the doorway
she looks at you. you look at her. then she turns, and walks away.
the screaming resumes.
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pangur causes so many issues. she expects me to gently scoop her up and carry her to bed at night, where she’ll sleep tucked into my arms like a teddybear, but last night I was dying of flu and crawled into bed early, alone. AND SO she spent 2.5 hours roaming my parents house screaming at the top of her lungs. she knew exactly where I was the entire time. she kept popping her tiny head through the doorway to peer at me with her huge black eyes & see if I’d heard her & was paying attention. and when I continued to die from the flu and not do anything, she’d leave and resume screaming like a banshee. what I was supposed to do was get out of bed, find her, pick her up, kiss her on her tiny inbred forehead, and say “ohhhhh poor sweetheart, ohhhhhh,” and because I failed in this duty, everybody in the house had to listen the loudest, highest pitched screams a cat can produce for multiple hours into the early morning.
“These are the pills for my heebee jeebee’s”— An adorable 90 year old woman describing her anxiety medication
*accurately describing
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