now running laundry with the floor towels, the cat bed pad that was on the suitcase, the pajama pants I was wearing, and the electric blanket. for FUCK'S sake.

this is the second time in a week I've had to wash those pajama pants for a gross reason, though the other time was my own body betraying me rather than the cats

and I have to be so careful drying my electric blanket after I wash it bc it's an electric blanket. ughhhh

part of me just wants to lock the cats out of my bedroom when I'm at work or something but I don't think that would actually help

and I'm not locking them out at night. I mean I don't think I could because seville would just scream and fight the door all night and I would be unable to sleep, but also, I am touch starved and I need cat cuddles

cat tax while I’m at it

ugh I'm having an unpleasant physical problem that I think a specific kind of cushion would help but I no longer HAVE one because someone PISSED on it and it was very not washable and I am broke as a joke and should not buy things