




Had a hectic and crazy few days. So quick back story, we now have two new cats. Their one owner passed away and the other one isn't doing well. Hunter is 15 and Misty is 4. We've had them for about a month, and they are adjusting well.
Anywho. Browns game on Thursday, day off on Friday. Realize Misty is missing. We think she got into this closet and maybe into the walls, or outside. So I'm a hot mess for two days. Walking the neighborhood, talking to neighbors, all the BS.
We're having dinner last night and hear this commotion behind us from the closet. We open the door, and this shit runs out.
Lord. Help. Me.
Then I wake up this morning feeling like shit, so pretty sure these last few days have taken so much out of me, physically and mentally, that I am dying, lol
Anywho. Hopped in the shower and I feel a little better but, pretty sure it's gonna get worse before it gets better.
Took a few photos to show you I'm alive.