(Comes into living room)
Me: it's freezing in this house!
Mom: why don't you wrap yourself in a blanket?
(Does what Mom suggests)
Me: Butter is probably gonna run down the stairs and give me the stink eye for taking his blanket.
(Fat orange tabby cat runs down the stairs and jumps on the table.)
Me: ... At least he didn't-
(Butter gives me death stare)
Me: OHMAHGAWD I CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE!!!!
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Lazy Sunday Journal
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