...but this is nothing compared to some of the feats I've accomplished all by my lonesum (misspelled intentionally for the purpose of personal redefinition) self with nothing but my bare determination and OEM roof rack.
I actually think I might just toss this too or burn it in effigy to some of those scandalous whatevers that accosted me there because where I come from you don't just walk into peoples' houses in the middle of the night and jump in bed with them and refuse to leave...which is why I started locking the doors and rolling the security cameras at some point to protect myself and see what was going on in the outdoors world and around the house without having to leave my at-that-point-partially-custom-redesigned-by-hand bedroom...
...and to whatever my eyes did appear?...
...the doggie door as a means for certain things to break into my safety zone (routinely) and use/take advantage of my resources and kindness back when I still had anything left worth being used for.
And so here we are 6 years l8r, my dad is dead, Darlene is awol, and I can count the list of insane bullsh7t that somehow has aPparently been existing in the Cat's first-person absence...
Which is odd. But easily correctable.
People. Hmmm...
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