Movers are here taking the household goods. They're coming again in a month to take the rest of our shit, then off to NC on May 11. The cats really freaked out this morning. Dad tried to corner Jet and ended up with a hole in his hand. They don't like him anyway, so I don't know why he didn't just wait for me to get home.
Observation: My journal entries are always about the cats. I need a fucking hobbie or something.
Observation: My journal entries are always about the cats. I need a fucking hobbie or something.