Fighting With Brett
July 27th 2010 21:00
Another day, another dollar as my best friend would say. I am currently fighting with Brett. As usual, the cats played their part in this fight: I barely got to even spend time with Butterscotch before the two of us started arguing over something. I stood up for myself. Brett accused me of getting on my high horse. I then left – but not before I managed to get a love bite from Butterscotch.
When I told my sister, all she said was, “Even his cats hate you.” Great.
Still, I got to spend more time with Gingersnap. He came up to me several times, wanting kitty rubs. He washed himself in front of me. With joy, I inhaled the scent of his tuna breath.
The rest of the day was spent having a text message fight with Brett. It was going nowhere. Each party insisted they were in the right. I know my psychologist friend would tell me to either flick him or to wrap things up with “We will never see eye to eye on this issue so let’s agree to disagree.” I don’t like either of these options. Life sucks.
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