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Feels like a grown-up
My bed has been killing me lately. Not physically, I mean I don’t have backaches or anything, but it pops, it sags, and the frame has fallen apart no less…
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Which life is it now, Jake?
Huh? Which? Because I was TOTALLY CONVINCED YOU WERE DYING THERE. Cholangeohepatitis? Pancreatitis? Or the infamous FIP? You were doing so well, it seemed, and then so poorly – my…
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Something’s mad, alright.
So everybody loves Mad Men. Like seriously, I have not met a single person who does not love Mad Men. And I know a lot of people. Never having cable,…
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Where what’s mine is ours, unless it’s yours.
That Jake is a man of mystery. At first, he was no-one’s, except maybe this guy back in Eastie, who described the cat as having a “proud set of balls”.…
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Dear The Internet, Thanks for Nothing.
So B! and I have officially become slave nursemaids to our eldest cat, That Jake. We are giving him liquid antibiotics four times daily, injecting SQ fluid once nightly, and…
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At least the maze rats get cheese or whatever.
Last week sometime, B! was informed that his debit card had been used to make some small purchases in Europe. The card was subsequently cancelled. Just around the same time,…
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