I am so very angry right now.
I have a feather quilt that is about the same age as I am, which means it is extremely old and something I treasure greatly. I've been very unhappy about having to use it without a quilt cover; the feathers were coming out and the seams were getting weak. I decided to splurge, and I bought myself a new set of queen-sized sheets, complete with a quilt cover. I might not have my bed for a few more days, but, see, this way I get to have new sheets the day I get it.
So. It's only the second night that I've slept under my new quilt cover. I'm very pleased at the lack of feathers floating around the room, and at the lack of the cat chasing said feathers. I go out with Melissa for the night, becaus of unpleasant recent events.
Luca decideds that I'm obviously not coming home, since I've been out for an entire six hours. She freaks out and pees all over my quilt cover. No big deal. I take iot out of the quilt cover, and I try to wash it. The feathers ALL come out. My very old, largely unwashable quilt cover is now entirely ruined. My darling, beastly, stupid, neurotic cat has far to many problems. I need to find a way to make her less neurotic, but right now I'm a little more focused on not throttling her.
Thank you, Luca, for destroying one more set of precious memories. And thank you for doing it in the middle of the night. Do you intend to keep me from ever sleeping again?
I have a feather quilt that is about the same age as I am, which means it is extremely old and something I treasure greatly. I've been very unhappy about having to use it without a quilt cover; the feathers were coming out and the seams were getting weak. I decided to splurge, and I bought myself a new set of queen-sized sheets, complete with a quilt cover. I might not have my bed for a few more days, but, see, this way I get to have new sheets the day I get it.
So. It's only the second night that I've slept under my new quilt cover. I'm very pleased at the lack of feathers floating around the room, and at the lack of the cat chasing said feathers. I go out with Melissa for the night, becaus of unpleasant recent events.
Luca decideds that I'm obviously not coming home, since I've been out for an entire six hours. She freaks out and pees all over my quilt cover. No big deal. I take iot out of the quilt cover, and I try to wash it. The feathers ALL come out. My very old, largely unwashable quilt cover is now entirely ruined. My darling, beastly, stupid, neurotic cat has far to many problems. I need to find a way to make her less neurotic, but right now I'm a little more focused on not throttling her.
Thank you, Luca, for destroying one more set of precious memories. And thank you for doing it in the middle of the night. Do you intend to keep me from ever sleeping again?