My neighbors must think I’m strange (which is totally ok with me). I’m not sure if they know if I have cats and I hope they know I don’t have kids. My walls are paper thin, now you can’t actually hear conversations, but you can hear voices.
Some of my screechings:
- Not my bladder. Off the bladder.
- I’m not a blood donor (as I run to the bathroom dripping blood).
- DAIQUIRI DAIQUIRI (They must think I’m a raging alcoholic :)).
- Fine. Don’t eat, just starve. (Dac won’t eat when I want her to eat and no she never starves).