So the cats got into a loaf of bread that was left out. Right now we don’t really have two dimes to rub together to buy another. Jon decided that the cats are leaving. I’m devastated and he doesn’t fucking care. Oh, well. Life goes on, right?
Fuck my life.
ETA: Ceili Fey just came in after I told her about the cats and said, “Everything bad happens on a Sunday.” That just broke my heart even more.
ETA: Jon relented Sunday night. We’re very happy.