My cat is adorable. If you are walking upstairs, he'll run past you and start meowing and rolling around on the floor and streeeeeetch really long as if to say "rub my belly please please pleeeeaaase!" and if you don't, he'll swipe at your feet as you walk by.
He's like the troll-under-the-bridge of our stairs. He won't let you pass by unless you give him something he wants. The fact that his name is Dexter suits him too.
Basically, a diary of all my thoughts and feelings that go through my head, and the thought process I have. Most of my thinking comes from the demon that tries to make my life miserable.
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