Here is the reason for my late arrival to the ever so trendy world of "Blogging". My Cat. As you can see she sleeps like a hibernating bear in the winter. She sleeps like 23 hours a day. "Foxy" as I call her, is a cat I adopted while I was walking in the parking lot of the shitty complex I live in. She sleeps on my bed, couch, kitchen sink, grocery bags, even as I recently recalled, in the dirty hamper. Sometimes I spot her dangling off my window, eyes closed and sleeping as if there wasn't a flea in sight (and I mean literally). You gotta love Foxy though. Like any pet aficionado, she's been around... by my side thru and thru. She was there when my Ex packed her bags and abjured my vulnerabilities. She was there when I cried for days... without a friend in sight. Pets are great creatures, not to be ignored. Pets are a lot of work, especially with dogs, or in some cases a 300 ft Bengal tiger! http://www.cnn.com/2003/US/Northeast/10/04/nyc.tiger/) But in general they do things that most of our friends or loved ones seldom do: Listen.
They comfort us without even saying a word, keeping everything into perspective.
So whenever you feel like drinking the whole liquor store on some gloomy christmas eve, or calling your ex's when your half-ass drunk-relax! Go get yourself a pet and you will feel like you've got someone who understands the idiocy that comes out of your half ass drunk mouth!
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