People always say that cats have nine lives but I am here to tell you that it really is true. I am now officially down to eight lives and at this rate, I don't see a long life in my future. First, let me update you on my life. Chloe has been an utter mess due to a break up with whatever-his-name-is and I am left to deal with it. She forgets to feed me constantly, which is somewhat okay because I am staying thin and beautiful, but it's also irritating when I'm staved. Anyway, she is always in a terrible mood and just making questionable decisions overall.
Chloe has been exploring haute couture lately in the absence of a love interest and went way too far last Monday. She wore this awful purple faux fur sweater/jacket/cardigan thing. I DIED. Ugh to think I wasted one of my precious lives on Chloe's disgusting fashion choices...
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