I need to make a text to the original owner of Cat3 letting her know I am not Cat3's forever home, but I do not want to have that convo. Cat3's come around on the subject of me, but is still gunning for Cat2's blood more than a month in. I have so many conflicting emotions. I've never failed a cat before.
Me: There are gingerbread cookies at work. I am going to eat them.
Also Me: You're allergic to cinnamon! Like, epipen-allergic not bathroom-emergency-allergic!
Me, yet again: My throat only gets painfully tight for a half hour, and the difficulty swallowing means I can't have more than two so it works out.
Aspiring writer. old. incorrectly queer. General gloomy gus.