It’s always a bloody chore to extract meaningful pieces of info from my mum, and so far I had to do it this week multiple times: asking her if my sis is going to dine with us tomorrow or lunch with us Sunday, which bills she wants me to pay (she has a bit of a hard time with online payment), which dishes she wants me to prepare, stuff like this.
It could be worse, I guess. At least I didn’t need to ask her directions.
And speaking about old ladies, my 17yo cat has also been extra annoying. Kika decided to rummage my recyclables bin, as if it was a toybox. For the sake of an empty cigs pack. And then went “MEEERRRRWWWOOOON MEEEWWWWRRROOWWWN” = “I finds hunts!”, three o’clock of the morning, in one of the few days my sleep schedule was normal. Then the other day she decided to hop onto my bed, found Siegfrieda (the other cat) sleeping on my belly, and picked a fight with her. Over me.
A bit frustrated, to be honest.
It’s always a bloody chore to extract meaningful pieces of info from my mum, and so far I had to do it this week multiple times: asking her if my sis is going to dine with us tomorrow or lunch with us Sunday, which bills she wants me to pay (she has a bit of a hard time with online payment), which dishes she wants me to prepare, stuff like this.
It could be worse, I guess. At least I didn’t need to ask her directions.
And speaking about old ladies, my 17yo cat has also been extra annoying. Kika decided to rummage my recyclables bin, as if it was a toybox. For the sake of an empty cigs pack. And then went “MEEERRRRWWWOOOON MEEEWWWWRRROOWWWN” = “I finds hunts!”, three o’clock of the morning, in one of the few days my sleep schedule was normal. Then the other day she decided to hop onto my bed, found Siegfrieda (the other cat) sleeping on my belly, and picked a fight with her. Over me.