June 21, 2014
It's one of those mornings. So hungover that the thought of the sun and the heat is just too much to bear. I roll out of bed and crawl to the bathroom when I hear a sound that can only be a meow. I look up and there, on my couch, is a cat.
Someone else's cat.
And then the memories begin flooding back. Walking back to my bike with my pizza I see a cat in my basket. To me, this means that said cat has chosen me as her new owner. So I snuggle in the pizza next to her, and the two of us embark on a rather unpleasant journey back to my house while the cat realizes she's in a bike basket with a drunk girl and I'm trying to shush her by feeding her bites of pizza.
Anyways, now I have a cat.