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I am never drinking again Who am I kidding, really?

Ever have one of those moments when you go "Oh sweet Circe, why?"

Yes. I've had one of those.

Apparently the result of me trying to drink my friend under the table this weekend was cats. Everywhere. In my apartment.

They seem litter box trained, and at some point I was smart and conscious enough to put out food for them (Where did I get food?) along with water. They really aren't bothering me, but they need new homes.

I've counted ten so far.

I think my sister may end up with nearly a dozen cats at her house. She's in the country. She'll thank me.

MERLIN STOP WALKING OVER ME WHILE I'M TRYING TO WRITE