Many of you readers might remember Alexander the Great, the cat I took care of a few months ago.
Well. He up and died.
Died! Had a stroke and DIED. That's not cool. I'm sorry I made fun of you, ghost of Alexander!!! And I'm wicked happy you didn't up and die on MY WATCH. Cause that would have sucked.
Well now your mama is bereft. And she has....Oh lord. She has...A GOLDFISH.
GUESS WHO IS TAKING CARE OF THE FUCKING GOLDFISH FOR A MONTH!???!?????
I'm sorry. He's not a goldfish. He's a betta fish. And I need to keep him alive for a month.
Dios Mio,
I have two cats. And a betta fish. Please tell me what I can do. It would destroy my poor neighbor if my cats ate her goddamn fish. HOW DO I GET INTO THESE SITUATIONS?!??????????
