How does one expect to get any work done with a cat sitting on your chair, occupying over half the space and a dog sitting at your feet, tearing a random something to tatters? Yes, my space is heavily compromised as of now.
I thought the perks (if any) not having children was that one would get to work in peace. But I must have been quite mistaken. Having pets is no different. My clock revolves around these two-- BabuBagh and LunaMoon--pet, feed, check on them between work and repeat every hour.
Heigh ho!
I have been able to get very little done recently. I feel like my head is pooled in stories but none have been written. And in that sense, I wonder if I'm starting to become like my mother. Am I?
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