My life is not my own.
There was a cat for free that I would liked to have had, but I didn’t want to take her/him even temporarily because I have no idea what will take place in the next few months. I don’t want to pay a pet deposit because I can’t keep a floof.
This is from the woman who fell the day I was waiting for my son to come and pick me up to go to St George. Evidently, she doesn’t know she’s not coming back here. :o[
Dang.
Patience.