His name is Trigger and he is a big-time attention whore. I have a boatload of s*** to accomplish in the next few weeks with packing, renovating the new house, and doing all the paperwork that comes with a move. But Trigger is thwarting my best efforts. I start packing a box, he climbs into it. I shuffle through paint chips, he tries to eat them. I sit down to type out an email to our agent, he sits on my lap blocking the screen. If I ignore him or push him away, he climbs to the back of the sofa and sits on my head. In short, nothing is getting done.
So what's worse? Being lazy or being a crazy cat lady? I'm honestly not sure, but for now I'm still going to blame Trigger. He sets a bad example.
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