It reached 2°C at night. This means that my job as "self-heating XXL size pillow for cats" is back.
I'm actually worried about one of my sister's cats. She has four; last time I checked on them they were all nice and dandy, but one of her females is sick. They're still trying to discover what's up with her, I hope that it isn't nothing serious.
And someone needs to tell Charlie Brown that my Malena is not a pissing post dammit. (Charlie Brown = one of the neighbourhood's dogs. He was a street dog, then a neighbour adopted him, so he's still getting used to live in a home, and still needs to take a few walks here and there. Malena = my lemon tree. [does it count as a pet?])
3 out of 4 days without pissing or shitting inside. And the dookies are getting to be nice looking tootsie rolls instead of chocolate soft serve on the verge of completely melting.
I mean.....that depends. Do you put a leash on her, have her roam the neighborhood to piss on trees, only for you to scoop her poop into a small baggie, and call her a good girl?
See, it's weird if I'm talking about a human, but totally normal if she were legitimately a bitch. As defined by websters dictionary.