Sasha the cat has refused to see me since the hospital. On the event she would visit overnight, she’d sniff me, make a sad noise, and run away. Well, she finally climbed on my chest and purred a while while rubbing her head on my chin. I hope that’s a good sign.
My wife dropped a piece of ham from the upstairs to the downstairs for Tiny Tina and you would think that the god of pork had blessed her. She sat there looking up, waiting for more.
I’m in the hospital this week so I will once I get home. I hear she’s very sad without me. I FaceTimed with her earlier and she rubbed against the phone.
First, reinstate Star Trek Lower Decks. Next, accept a fair buyout from a company that won’t strip Paramount for parts so all us shareholders make a little money and not your CEO all the money. Third, no layoffs or price hikes.
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