This morning I was making coffee when I heard a small rustling at my feet. It was Pumpkin finishing off the half-cooked hunk of questionable meat that I threw out last night because of its' questionability. She had dragged it out of the trash and ate it. I swear.
So now she's outside because I'm scared she's going to puke on something un-cleanable. Like my pillow. But if she pukes on my pillow, it's an excuse to get a new one... Hmm.
Hump day. Let's get it onnnn.
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