I could cry with as frusterated I am with not being able to find where the bad smell is coming from.
I have a feeling it could be a cat related smell. But she's always so good, never any accidents.
I ask her and ask her and plead with her to tell me what went wrong and where its coming from. She just glares because I wont leave her alone.
Damn animals can't speak.
Yes, I've gone slightly more mad, in the hatter sort of way.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
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