I swear to God... I don't ever think I will get a fucking break.
It's my favourite time of day - 2 AM. This time, the farm equipment is relatively quiet and the muscle cramps have subsided.
So why are ya up so early, Pumpkin?
'Cause the cat puked on me.
Let me rephrase that, the FUCKING cat PUKED ON me!
I shit you not.
She didn't just upchuck next to the bed, but on my arm, pillow, sheets, everything.
I wake up to this gag reflex sound and before the instinct can hit my groggy head, I'm being doused with gastro-juice, grass, and what appears to be semi-eaten kibble.
What the fuck did I do in a past life to deserve this? It must have been something really, really good. Perhaps it's just make-up for my early years. If that's the case, then that answers my question.
I'm setting up shop on the couch since I can't sleep with farm equipment.
Un-fucking-believable.
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EEEEEW. That's why I'm a dog person LOL. I like cats like kids. You go to someones house...they have pretty cats, you pet em, play with them...then go home LOL. Someday I'll want KIDS of my own but not cats LMAO. You seem to be getting it on all sides though. You need sensory deprivation. Try submerging your head in the bathtub with a snorkel.
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