Happy cool, crisp Caturday morning! The weather in the south has finally switched from sweltering to bearable and (in the morning, anyway) even chilly at times. Ralphie for one can’t wait to rock her new thigh-high leather boots.
Speaking of, are those only for streetwalkers? I mean, Ralph was before I took her in so it makes sense. But… those thigh-high boots are only for strippers, right? I want some.
THE POINT IS… fall is here!
Which means the windows are open. Which means the cats get to sit in the window. Which means they are preoccupied long enough for me to go spend a million dollars on their expensive ass food.
$20 a bag. TWENTY DOLLARS. I don’t even know the last time I spent $20 on one item. (Isn’t that sad? Don’t answer.) But for the cats… anything for the damn cats.
I didn’t want to buy the cats nice food (don’t judge me!) but my mom told me I was being a bad mom and that I had to give them what they want. They want $20 cat food. In an effort to avoid giving my mom a reason to believe that if I’m a bad cat mom I’ll be a bad mom mom, I buy the food. But I’m not happy about it.