Happy National Pet Day!
How do I celebrate National Pet Day? Why, I make a blog about my pet that she will not care about or appreciate. Just like every other aspect of my life. *Sigh*
Some people call their pets their “children” or “fur babies”. I just call mine my “fuzzy roommate”.
This is Natasha. AKA: Tahsa. And on “special” days: “Ya little turd” and “you demon”.
Natasha is a gemini that enjoys long frolics through my apartment, peeing in the shower, and man-spreading.
Her hobbies include:
-Chasing you, jumping, and then trying to cling to your leg like she’s made of velcro. Spoiler: You’re not made of velcro. You’re made of tiny finger blades and fur. It hurts. And my legs look like they’ve gone through a shredder.
-Not even acknowledging the toys you bought her and just taking your stuff and making them her toys.
-Drinking out of the toilet.
-Sleeping in the sink.
-Sleeping on your head. Which actually comes in handy in the winter…She’s like a fuzzy head warmer.
-Sitting in windows being majestic af.
-Trying to walk on your keyboard as you’re trying to type a blog about her-MOMMY IS WORKING RIGHT NOW. CAN YOU CHILL FOR A SEC?
So, yeah. That’s my pet.
She’s a bit of a spaz. She’s a bit of a weirdo. But she’s MY spazzy weirdo, got it?