Smells Like Feet

It’s like those cat cartoons where the human is sitting at his/her desk working diligently and the cat wraps itself around its human head in an attempt to get attention. Bill is like that. Less with the head wrapping and more with the crying and clawing my arm.

Sometimes I get up and pat him, sometimes I get up and play with him. But the other day, MOMMY WAS BUSY, DAMNIT! So I took off my socks, balled them up and threw them.

Distraction accomplished.


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