life is a bastard

Happiness is when I wake up to obi's persistent meowing (which has been going on for an entire hour), greet him with a kiss on the forehead while getting clawed painfully then step in a puddle of piss when I go to refill his already full bowl. That's my daily routine and has been for almost two years now. Do I regret it? no. Do I wish I maybe hadn't taken this cutie under my care? never. Do I love him with my whole being and care for him like I carried for nine months and birthed him? big yes. 

Contrary to what people might assume seeing how I am now I used Hate cats and animals in general. When my sister (Sadia) first brought obi into our house I didn't think much of it or how it would completely change the trajectory of my life. Back then I tried my best to not care about him because I was scared of getting attached.... past saba you will not believe what I'm about to tell you.

me & obi on my 18th birthday <3

Anyway that's it about obi. lets talk about more important matters. I recently learnt how to make cappuccino style coffee and its been a delight. I'm definitely jealous of people who get served the delicacy by simply batting an eyelash (sistas I'm looking at you). Must be nice having a barista around 😔

As days pass I realize its hard..... being a human. God, if you see this, please reincarnate me as an owl in my next life. I want to know what its like being a menace to the people behind you. 

I would like to talk about my newfound obsession for movies but that deserves a whole other post.

So long friends, see ya'll on another fine day.