Apparently, now that the Human is older than the earth, she can no longer keep up with both my blog and paltry matters such as final exams, Baccalaureate Mass, and graduation.
Honestly, she grows less competent by the week.
But since she controls the keyboard (and curses to Whoever was responsible for that), I must needs acquiesce.
Or so she thinks. *I*, my furry friends, am officially On Strike. I like the sound of that, don't you?
See you Caturday. If I feeeeel like it, that is. And my demands have been met.
Perhaps, if you like, you could leave some likely demands in the comments? Or raise a paw in solidarity. That's good too.