Oh, right, I remember reading in my guidebook en route to Athens that I wasn't supposed to flush the toilet paper, and I was like, "Seriously, Athens is a *city*; this book must be kidding." And then I got off the plane and went to pee, and took a peek in the trash can next to the toilet... No, the guidebook wasn't kidding. Ew.
On my 30th birthday, I went to the local animal shelter. I wanted to bring home a graceful, beautiful girl cat. Instead, I came home with a clumsy, funny, tabby and white boy cat. Little did I know how my life was about to change...
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Poor Namer...i imagine you will pay...
Looking forward to many stories of your adventures...especially "Sara is a failed Greek Toiletologist"!
Glad you are home safe.
Oh dear. Separation anxiety. Hopefully he isn't moulting as well...
Oh, right, I remember reading in my guidebook en route to Athens that I wasn't supposed to flush the toilet paper, and I was like, "Seriously, Athens is a *city*; this book must be kidding." And then I got off the plane and went to pee, and took a peek in the trash can next to the toilet... No, the guidebook wasn't kidding. Ew.
Poor kitty!!
I'll bet he was very happy to see you again. :)
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