The Crazy Cat Lady

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).

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