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".

 

Seriously...She just natural sits like this.

 

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.

 

That is a tiny Face Hugger from 'Alien' and a toy sperm I got as a gag gift one Christmas. Jokes on you, she loves it.

 

-Drinking out of the toilet.

 

-Sleeping in the sink.

 

...what?

 

-Sleeping on your head. Which actually comes in handy in the winter...She's like a fuzzy head warmer.

 

*Kisses and baths are optional, depending on the mood of the head warmer.

 

-Destroying blinds.

 

-Sitting in windows being majestic af.

 

I'm not a model...the camera just went off...

 

-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?

 

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