My cat is driving me batshit. Literally I’m positive she can kill me at this rate.
Every night at 11 p.m., Jazz my one cat transforms from cuddly roommate to hormonal bitch. She howls. She paces. She throws herself dramatically onto the floor like she’s auditioning for some dramatic performance, Feline Edition.
I’ve tried calming treats and whispering sweet nothings. She responds by yowling and looking at me as she jumps the tv and tightrope walks it, staring at me her looks saying “I dare you bitch”.
My Sleep? Gone. Sanity? Hanging by a whisker.
She wants love. I want silence. We are at an impasse.
I have spoken to the vet and she’ll be spayed. Until then, I live with a tiny, furry siren who believes her soulmate is just beyond the front door and she’s not afraid to scream about it. Scream she does!
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Nanaue Outfit from {Le’La}
Reema EVOX head from CATWA
TF0912 hair from Wings
Kait skin from the Skinnery in Sorbet
Luna body skin from the Skinnery
Classic mesh body from Legacy
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Isabelle Cheren 