Yesterday my sis poor kitty got to close to my sis while she was holding her fuzzy rat up her sleeve. Fuzzy objected with his teeth. He took a decent chunk out of that poor furry kitty. Took a chunk out of him the size of a largish remote button. No wonder he hastily took off to the other side of the room. We rinsed it off with warm salty water and boy did he object strenuously. Not that i blamed him, man, that really had to cane.
Poor old step mother ain't to happy either. She's had her wisdom teeth pulled (winces) and had a plate put in. She was Hypoing when we arrived for lunch (she's also insulin dependent diabetic.)
My poor sis just began that time of the month, which means she doesn't sleep very well and her body creaks like a rusty door hinge... and I'm getting mildly hormonal.
On the whole... we're soooooo not having fun here.
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The Sanna Continuation...
Since my original Sannachie got hacked i'm not really inclined to want to go back there. so I'm going to transfer what I've got left to here and continue on. fresh start and blah blah.
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