Henrietta is currently residing on my shoulders. She is being very affectionate actually. I think she knows I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm only going to L.A. for two days but, to a cat, that's like forever. Not that fucking Juniper cares. She won't even let me pick her up. But she is in a mad heat to get in my suitcase. Something about ruining my clothes makes her very very happy. What exactly made me get cats anyway?
If you live in the L.A. area, let me know. I'll be staying in Sherman Oaks and going out in Venice Beach tomorrow night. Come hang out with me. I'll show you pictures of my cats on my camera phone and buy you a shot.
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