I'm cold and there's the beginnings of a hole in my favorite sweatshirt and my parents have to get rid of the kitty. How sad is that?
On a happier note, tomorrow is my birthday and the Giles get back. Yay.
Of course, that means I have to talk to Andrew about my plans and I don't know if I'm particularly excited about that. I have now been here three weeks, although it feels like 3 months. It really does. Oh well.
3 comments:
Dearest Boj,
Here's to fun times with wierd friends. Don't be sad, you'll get to have a kitty all to yourself one day. In fact I can see you at 90 with a hundred gnarly cats rushing around and over you. hehehehe that's funny. Anyhoo, don't be sad, you'll be fine. I promise. Ok, so maybe not, but that will be fine too.
I love ya
Bobo,
I will take kitty for you and give him a good home until you get here. I know you will be a great mommy to the great big kitty.
Aw, thanks, Bo. I cried when Mom told me they had to get rid of kitty. Isn't that the funniest thing? I love you too Janelle.
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