There’s a cat hiding under our neighbor’s old shed, and we think she(?) might be pregnant because it hasn’t come out in over 24 hours despite my dog’s excited barking and nosing around from our side of the fence.
I have dubbed her Preggy Sue. My parents love it and my brother despises it (I think he doesn’t like the idea of me getting attached to this stray cat)
Waking up and stumbling across the announcement from the state senate about your dad’s death last year, because one of your state senators was one of his church kids that he half raised. Breaking down all over again because just not prepared for that first thing in the morning. Then breaking down even more as you start to realize how much you blame your mother, because he gave up on his life because of how bad it was, and that’s at least part of why he died, and she was abusive to him, and how much of him giving up was because of how she treated him?
