From Roscoe Village to Roscoe the Cat
This morning we woke up in Roscoe Village. Tonight we’re in Lincoln Square with Roscoe the cat. He’ll probably sleep under the bed. That’s where he’s been all night. He’s not a fan of us invading his space. Neither is Cookie. She’s barely left the bedroom.
Not sure how this is going to work, but we’re cat sitting while my brother is in China and we need a place to stay. Cookie better get used to us so she can leave the bedroom and take piss. I’m not a cat person. If I get the chance to close the bedroom door, I’m taking it.
