Summer read: High maintenance and hard to love, the toothy little furballs don’t stay cute for long.
First published August 14, 2022
I used to be like you, once. I had optimism. Freedom. Hope.
My house smelled normal. My clothes were tidy, and my grooming was fine. I didn’t walk around Wellington not knowing I had straw stuck to my tights, or a tiny turd clinging to my cardigan.
I could…
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