The door was closed. There were no toys in front. I remembered my strike and all my wasted efforts. To relieve some tension, I moved the monster from the stairs to the living room.
But honestly that didn't make me feel better. I feel good when I play with toys while screaming in the bathroom, but the damned door is always close. I need to follow my instincts, I know I said I was striking, but I also need to do what's best for my mental health.
Short video, not much screaming was captured, I like screaming the moment I grab the toy.
Ignore the bacon. That disgusting thing is Ash's, not mine. The good part is that they opened the door because Assholes thought I was so cute! Need to be cute more often.
I guess the lesson here is to be cute, put yourself first, and it doesn't matter what everyone thinks. I did the no toys strike for days, but when it stopped feeling right, I changed it. So believe you can meow and you will!
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