I'm such a softie. The adoption lady was expecting us to bring the cat around at 5:00 on Saturday and when I was tryin to get my gf and the cat all packed up to leave she started crying. What's worse is that she wouldn't call the lady to tell her she wanted to try to make it work for a little longer. So guess who ends up doing that? Yeah you guessed right. Me. I called the old braud, and she was pissed to say the least. Cat people are weird... so now the little shit bucket gets to hang around longer. Further bolstering my girlfriend's resolve to keep him, is that her loaded parents decided they want to pay for all his vet bills and declawing. Terrriffficc. Looks like I'm not going over to her apartment anymore.


I miss my dog back home : /