I fear that one day I'll have to draw my sidearm... and the trigger will refuse to depress.
Like, seriously, straight-up nightmares at least once a week about it.
That and the way my cats will occasionally lick my face at random in the middle of the night... as if they're juuuuuust checking to see if I'm still warm, and thus inedible.
Like, seriously, straight-up nightmares at least once a week about it.
That and the way my cats will occasionally lick my face at random in the middle of the night... as if they're juuuuuust checking to see if I'm still warm, and thus inedible.