…because I think the selling of a mink stole for $50 would have been frowned upon.
She is quiet.
The only time she ever meows is when food in involved. But besides that and some unobtrusive purring, she is silent.
The two cats at the shop I work at never shut the fuck up and it makes me want to drown them.
Don’t worry, I never would. But the thought does wander into my mind when they’re both meowing or doing that disgusting throw-up noise cats do in front of customers.
As far as the world knows, this was just a harmless series of events where my careless hands caused my apartment to be covered in delicious, slippery olive oil.
Better just get sexy with it then. Too late to turn around now.
When life hands you lemons…bump and grind on everything in sight.