Second of Week #10
The name means nothings, just the like discontented facial expression through the glass. Nothing was going to motivate me to move the ass from this spot. Curled up, content and comfortable. She can cram those carrots right up there. She hadn't cleaned in weeks, everywhere I stepped it I got my own feces squished between my toes and it was starting to get closer and closer to the bed. I know it's partly my fault for spreading it around, but if she would actually clean than I wouldn't have to track my dirty feet everywhere. I can't even get any exercise because any air current would make the smell a million times worse. So not only was I covered in my own poop and tortured with the macabre smell but I was only getting fat. It wasn't even winter time yet! I swear, if she sticks a hand in the tank without the intent to clean it out I'll add a few fingers to the decor... I mean the leave she could do is give me some more cotton balls... How a human can neglect something weighted in grams that is named Snowball is beyond me.
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