My Conversation With Mom

After a long day at work, the last thing would be an intensive conversation that would disrupt my sleep… and thankfully, mom wasn’t trying to start a conversation WW3 with me last night. Instead, she was happily telling me about the cats under my block… *Faints* Mom: I think i just made friends with that cat with cow patterns (seriously, we don’t know how to name that cat). It didn’t growl or hit me with its paws like it did to you and it seemed rather friendly… Me (Groggy and half awake): Ok, I still believe that it dislikes me, especially after it has hit me with its paws. Mom went on about the cats under my block, from that…

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