cat bite

Because you know it couldn’t be just normal for a few days, our oldest cat has decided he can’t poop, and hid under a bed. In trying to get him out so we could give him some Restoralax, he took a chunk out of my left index finger, which is now swollen and my wife is insisting I’ll need to see a doctor for it.

Never a dull moment.

I just wish those moments involved more, you know, laughs and orgasms, and less pain and suffering.

Target: 1100 words
Written: 1308 words, novella: The Mungk

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