Jan
7

feline flatulence

i’m interviewing roommates. again. i hate this process. i feel like it’s a blind date only you’re interviewing for a committed relationship–which scares me enough.

so i had a potential come by sunday, and she had a very nice friend with her. while i was discussing the terms of the rent, leroy jumped up in her lap, and farted.

i haven’t heard from her since. i guess if she can’t handle a flatulent cat. forget it.

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