insomnia happened last night.
i took the opportunity to watch Hoarders and see the cat lady. (I fast forwarded thru the crying/suicidal gay kid.)
right when the animal control lady said something about the cats eating the dead carcasses, my cat came into my room and meowed.
i screamed, “oh my god, blanket! i don’t want you to eat dead cats!” to myself at 2am.
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i was also reminded of my old roomie in SF. She had 7 cats. she kept the fucking litter boxes about 3 feet from our food. fucking disgusting. (she was also pretty fucking disgusting too.)
