Sooo, Paavi had a little accident last weekend. Huge wound in her stomach, like, a gaping hole. She really freaking hates that cone of shame :/
So I was thinking about going to bed and *poof* it’s WW3 here, a catopaclypse if you will, paws flying everywhere, stomping and meowing war cries. I’m holding a white flag over my head but it isn’t helping. Please send help.