Strong instincts for that kitteh, then. He’s probably still full of testosterone!
I’m feeling kinda puny for some reason. My stomach is really upset and I’m running a low-grade fever.
I need to chill out on the sofa.
I lied. I got up and dusted an mopped the floors. I have to go shake the rugs, and vacuum, but I may not get to that until tomorrow.
My stomach is still queasy, but I’m trying to ignore it.