I was in a crummy mood yesterday, so I went to Strange Adventures and got myself this Adipose plush toy I’ve been wanting for a few months (Aaron had gotten me the smaller stress toy that I had been going on about forever for my birthday because he is the.best.ever. so now I have a matching set! sorta.) and was super excited about it and wanted to take a picture because that’s what you do when you buy things - you take pictures of it and put it on the internet.
Then my cat, somehow sensing that I was paying attention to something other than him, came downstairs, jumped up on the table and started nuzzling my face like crazy (he even pushed off my hat, probably because he was all ”why the fuck are you wearing that inside, dummy”), and stared at his reflection in Photobooth, thus affirming that getting another kitty might be a bad idea because he is a needy little green eyed monster and slightly more vain than I am.
