Sometimes…

the only thing worse than finding your feral cat has crapped in a pair of $300 boots (granted, bought on sale so not technically $300 but shut up, they were my favourites) and decided that yes, the bottom of my wardrobe is as good as a kitty litter tray (I swear to God she’s pissed in there at least three times in the last week) is the filthy cruel things you’re imagining doing to her.

Days after you’ve discovered all this.

GOD I HATE PETS.