Let me drink about it

- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.

- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.

- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.

wish I'd been a prom queen, fighting for the title

instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible

feeling super, super (super) suicidal

the wasted years, the wasted youth

the pretty lies, the ugly truth

and the day has come where i have died

only to find I've come alive;

-teen idle.

So this happened at work today.

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According to the people on reddit, these are 'burrowing owls' and it's beyond likely that the dark tunnel of doom leads to their new home.

so this is just kinda how it be for them