I've been swamped this week. Not in the usual job/school/home related stuff. I've been inundated with snow.
You're looking at the stairs to my apartment. This was one day of snow.
Have I mentioned how much I hate snow?
I truly, from the bottom of my heart and back, hate snow.
So, why do I live in Minnesota?
Legit question. I'm not sure. I might be a sadist.
Minnesota fooled me. I thought winter was over. It was instead a cruel trick.
Due to the horrid weather I've not left the cave of my apartment, aside from the time I had to clear all of the snow from the fostercare. Instead of an outfit I thought I would share the love of my life.
This is my cat, Countess Kitty (I was eleven when I named her, so bear with me).
She has been with me through many moves, several homes, and multiple boyfriends. She is all around pretty amazing! She, like me, hates the cold. I know this to be true because she hops around on on two legs when it's cold out. The vet says that she is maybe just eccentric. I say she is my soul mate.