I have to admit I'm an impulsive girl. My plan was perfect: the Assholes were going to go to the bathroom, notice the absence of toys and say "Cali has a point, let's leave the door open for her". But when I went to do my night screaming, the door was closed. I saw red! I couldn't help it, I immediately went to retrieve the witch cat. Obviously my plan didn't work, so back to toy protest it is.
As per the toy monster... I saw the Big Asshole standing in the perfect place, right under my spot in the stairs, so I threw it at his head. That will teach him. He was very surprised and he laughed to cover his hurt and humiliation. I wish I took a video, but I just acted without thinking. Here is a reenactment pic:
The monster stayed there as a remainder of what it is like to cross Cali.
The topic of today is routine. I spend way less time than I'd like eating - we have a timed feeder and a night dinner. I love sleeping, it's one of my passions. Sometimes with my siblings we do synchronized napping.
He doesn't even try to do that to me. Oswin is too peaceful, I keep giving her strategies to fight him, but she's all like "love, not war". HOW IS THAT WORKING OUT FOR YOU, UH? I can guarantee he still remembers the beating he got after he sneaked behind me and bit my ear. Guess what, my ear has been bite free since then.
The sun has hit the carpet, time to go nap again.





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