User Review( votes)
Hm. It’s 3 AM.
I have a little thing I like to call insomnia going for me.
It doesn’t help that when I stir in my sleep, Ramona leaps—violently— onto my chest to make sure she can wake me up for food.
She’s not a light cat.
Seriously. It kinda hurts. I have an abusive cat. How sad is that?
Plus, the heat’s off again.
To top it off, I’m having a horrible, no-good, very bad weekend. After a horrible no-good, very bad week.
I give up.
I got nothing.