I am this angry.

I cannot even form a coherent thought.

Calvin screaming punctuated profanities is the best I can do at the moment...

Hours later, I walked in the door to find my bobcat standing there, crying like his head was about to fall off.
I had forgotten to stop and get him food.
When am I going to start remembering to buy this cat some food?
He will never quit insisting on eating everyday. At least twice a day.
And I will never begin to enjoy leaving my house after I get home from work.
The real problem is I dread stopping anywhere on my way to anywhere.
Often my mind subconsciously chooses to forget.
I really have very little control over it.
There are many days I forget to stop and get myself food as well.
The difference is, I can convince myself that I am totally content with a dinner consisting of nothing more than a bowl of cereal, or three apples and a pickle.
Chaz on the other hand cannot be made to believe the fish sticks I made especially for him are a substantially better option than me leaving the house again.
They were good fish sticks too.
From Trader Joe's.