Wednesday afternoon I get to find out if I’m allowed to eat in 2020, instead of Wednesday getting to just be about the anniversary of when I adopted a second cat on my first adopted cat’s assigned birthday.
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Wednesday afternoon I get to find out if I’m allowed to eat in 2020, instead of Wednesday getting to just be about the anniversary of when I adopted a second cat on my first adopted cat’s assigned birthday.