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April 12, 2016

I just woke up from a dream about my old cat Adonis. I dreamt I still had him but he was being a butt. I was hanging out with Adam Levine in some huge old L.A. craftsman house with tons of space and hardwood floors and for two days straight Adonis was following me around meowing his head off and biting me. I couldn’t figure out his problem. Finally I realized I  hadn’t fed him. So I told Adam Levine, who may or may not have been my boyfriend that I was going to the market to get Adonis some cat food but the real problem was I had been shot. Someone had shot me with a gun. I went to rock n’ roll Ralph’s and I was walking around limping and bleeding and I felt horrible because my cat had been starving. The end.

I don’t have a picture of Adonis so I had to put one that looked like him. He looked like that but fatter because FYI he was always well fed.

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