Texts From Mittens by Angie Bailey for August 31, 2022

I see disaster in the stars.

She takes her payment in beer

Drunk Patty – “Stuuuuuumpy. Wassup, man?”

Stumpy – “Meow.”

Drunk Patty – “Twiiiiiiiinkie. Howsit goin’ grrl?”

Twinkie – “MEOW! Meow, meow.”

Drunk Patty – “…..”

Stumpy and Twinkie – “Meow? … Meow??… Hmmmph.”

Don’t move in with him yet, Twinkie.

GOOD one Angie!!

This won’t end well.

OT: Monroe, our tiny new kitten, sleeps a lot on all of us, then runs around at full speed. He climbs Mt. Meowmie most often, and kneads on everything in clear joy. He purrs so much! Honor avoids him mostly, sniffing him every so often. Achilles spends more time sniffing him all over and watching him. Monroe doesn’t startle and clearly wants to meet everyone. He already met my respiratory therapist, purring at him. I have pics!

https://twitter.com/FreyjaRN/status/1563810558515613697

https://twitter.com/FreyjaRN/status/1564570457180758016

My much older wife and I went to couples counseling for six months. The counselor told us that we were two people who should not be together. So, we broke up … with the counselor. We were together ten years until death separated us.