I found the perfect picture to start the every picture tells a story saga, but I had to get cat litter.

Max is sick. We don't know what is wrong with him, but he won't eat and can't boot. So we took him to the vet. We think he ate something, which would not be out of character for max. He eats everything, especially things he ought not. We've had a lot of face to face conversations about it. He still eats undigestables.

Anyways, I had to get him Cat litter so he can be quarantined and observed. On my way back from the 24 hour stop and shop, I pulled up to a set of lights. The car next to me was stopped about 3 car lengths from the stop line. I looked into the car and the driver was slumped sideways and backwards in the seat with the top of his head against the window. He didn't move the whole light.

I pulled into the parkinglot next to the lights and walked to the passenger side of his car. He still hadn't moved, so I knocked. He sat upright, looked at me and sped off.


Honestly, how is this my life?