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How to ruin a fucking Thursday with a single voicemail and have a 3 hour panic attack.

He’s covered his shit three times now, there’s no way this is my cat.

Welcome to Tuesday. We’ve got sunshine for the moment. Mom just finished hanging a load of clothes and has another in the wash. The weather forecast is calling for scattered thunderstorms again. We should have enough time and sun to dry things before we have to worry. In the meantime, I’m looking up body bags…