My cat is in Toronto and I am not. It is the greatest tragedy of my life.
A quick diary comic about what Oliver has deduced about my life based solely from my social media.
Oliver has yet to learn that I am a master of the “non-answer.”
For some context: my upstairs neighbours used to play their music really loud late at night. They have since stopped, because I’m sure someone else in the building complained. My building is really old (I have an icebox in my kitchen) so the walls are paper thin.
Warm up doodle from last week. I’d totally forgotten this was on my computer until I went to work on some files & it popped up. Anywho. It’s me & my cat. I’d been really looking forward to force-cuddling Pix this week, but sadly, I had to cancel my flight to Toronto due to the MASSIVE workload that was assigned over reading week. Oh well, such is life. I’ll get to see him in may (& also my parents go find him every time we Skype—but still, I miss that guy).