I was trying to clean up his eye. He was trying to get in to eat. My dude was stressed. I lived with him for ten months and I left a month ago. He still wants his belly rubbed when he sees me. Bet.
It used to be now and then but now every morning, I make myself a beautiful, absolutely delicious latte. Today the first words to myself after the first sip were, and I quote, “Mmmhhh bitch! So fucking good oh my gahd”
Music and sound production should resume soon. Stay good.