Somebody missed me while I was at the student retreat.
looks like rosie took care of my little friend.
just got back from the west village and I had a present waiting for me on the floor in front of the kitchen.
i mean. circle of life and all that, but i really wish she’d done this dirty work before i spent all afternoon running around the upper east side looking for humane mouse traps.
Listening to some Channel ORANGE with my one true love.
Rosie has a cold or something, which has been making our face-to-face moments pretty…unpredictable…lately. I mean…we’re madly in love and all, but is it worth getting cat sneezes in my face?
Just got back from class and couldn’t find Rosie for like 10 minutes. Some maintenance guys came in to re-caulk all of our windows today, and since they had to do work in every room in the apartment, she had nowhere else to hide but literally inside the sofa. Like…I had to open it up and pull her out of it.
Oh my god the hell I’d’ve raised* if they’d let her out/something had happened to her. That cat is my LIFE.
*between bouts of hysterical sobbing
Rosie doing what she does best: getting her fur all over my stuff so that everyone knows I belong to her.
2:22 PM and still no hangover. I may be in the clear.
Also. Rosie found a new bed.