from stfuconservatives

I talk to my cat a lot. Sometimes, in my more egotistical moments, I think to myself that I should start a blog dedicated to the weird, stream-of-consciousness shit that I say to him.  Things like “I’ll feed you in a minute:  mama needs a gin and tonic first” that make me glad he’s a cat and not a child.   I am both amused and troubled that maybe I talk to my cat more than I talk to God.

Today I’m going to work really, really late so all I’ll have to do tomorrow is file my nails and chew gum like any good secretary.