My bitch cat wouldn’t come off the balcony this morning and it’s freezing – 26 degrees, but sunny – I certainly couldn’t leave the door open all day for her prissy ass to mosey in as she pleased. You want to be outside, Tula, you can be outside!
I left her food and water – I’m not a total hardass, but I hope she doesn’t crap on the balcony because I didn’t think of that until I was walking to work and still seething from her audacious attitude: hissing and running under the wooden deck when I very nicely said TULA GET INSIDE.
I kind of love living with a bitch. It keeps things interesting.
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