All things considered, the haircut she had wasn't a total hatchet job so I just had to even out the ends
Still, something about the way her hair is rooted around the flocking makes it want to fly straight out in the back.
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All things considered, the haircut she had wasn't a total hatchet job so I just had to even out the ends
Still, something about the way her hair is rooted around the flocking makes it want to fly straight out in the back.
Mecation: Day 3
Caturday
Monroe (left) and Wilson (right)
I keep dreaming about cats. My next long-term goal is to travel the US in a tiny house, so I’ve been road-tripping with my cats for two or three years now to help them adapt. It’s been more than a year since I stayed in a hotel without them, and I miss them.
The first night I dreamed the housekeeping staff brought me kittens to take care of. Last night I dreamed we were home, at the house I grew up in, and I was searching through my mother’s kitchen cabinets (because of course nothing was stored the way it actually was in real life--#dreamworld) for bowls to put their food in; specifically wide, shallow bowls that wouldn’t give them whisker fatigue.
I get up in the middle of the night and think, “Careful, don’t step on the cat” because Monroe likes to sleep on the bathroom mat right in front of the door, and I have stepped on or kicked him more than once (bless his heart). I left a skirt lying on the bed, then thought “no, they’ll get cat hair all over it” and turned around to hang it up before remembering there weren’t any cats here to shed on it. I can actually stretch my legs out in any direction in bed without the restriction of an 11-pound lump.
Apparently it’s nap time!
hiiiiii i’m baaack!
i really took a year off. a fullll year. i think i needed a total break to really miss the sims and want to create again. i’ve already been back at it, designing like crazy and have a few things lined up. i’m going to do what works for me and i truly enjoy designing so that’s what i’m doing from now on.
this pretty sim i decided to start over with? her name is Monroe Jade. she’s an artist, hot headed, creative & is obsessed with her dog Olive. you’ll being seeing a lot of the two of them very soon.
i was shocked when i came back and saw i gained nearly 100 followers while i’ve been gone so thank you to all of you for giving me the motivation to come back! i hope you all enjoy what i share here. let’s do this!
He saw a bug crawl in the track ... yesterday.
This is the warmest I’ve been in days!
Me trying to write with a furball on my lap. He’s avoiding the keyboard, but not my arms.
"what this... JESUS CHRISTT!" I'm dying. I can't, Ashley. I can't. The way you scream, I just, hahahahahahahahhahaa
"Is it Damon and Alaric? It's totally Damon and Alaric, because Alaric hunts Damon's kind.... ''a grimm' aww, he's so cute. I want him. I want him now, not the other guy." HOW DARE YOU DISCARD NICK! I AM OFFENDED, EVEN THOUGH MONROE IS PERFECT. "aw, that's cute. 'a blutbod.'
We're getting into some Grimmology here.