I present: a series of reasons why I’m not allowed to have nice things, brought to you by a cat who’s been incarcerated in my house for the last three years and occasionally reminds me he’ll eat my eyeballs first when I die.
The lessons here: I obviously don’t run my household, patience and cuteness is the only reason my horde of asshole pets are still alive, and this is why I don’t have nice things.
I'm a history and mythology fanatic with a head full of "but what if it happened THIS way instead" moments. I find humor in the most inappropriate situations.
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Traveling in Iran and Persian language and culture explained through personal stories and beautiful imagery from the eyes of an Iranian-American living in Tehran
Love your stories!!😻
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I have to admit; my cat is not very destructive. She would be perfect if not for sharpening her claws on the couch if I am sitting on it.
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Oh…I only documented destruction on the 2nd floor…I didn’t get the couches. That’s a really good point. I should show what he’s done to them, too.
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