For some reason, today just feels like a Monday to me. I think it might be the routine switched up. Every other weekend, cleaning/shopping is usually a Sunday thing. I don’t know why I didn’t do it. I’ve been out of work long enough now, and days no longer have meaning. I’m hoping the agent…
Good morning, and happy Monday. I know it’s Monday because Mal’s internal clock tells him I should be putting on makeup right about now. Consequently, he’s standing by my makeup area, crying for the cuddles he’ll get when I eventually put on my face. Today is another human day. I don’t need to actually go…
Piture completely unrelated to anything in this post, but really, do we NEED a robot cat that pees? And why do we need to help it pee?