Torsten was at the vet today to… you know… snip snip *make scissor movements with fingers*. He seems to be totally fine with it, but Elsa is freaking out O.O She’s all like “WFT dude! Who in hell are you?! IM GOING TO KILL YOU TILL YOU DIE!!!” Why is my little baby doing that? :C I don’t get it! She seems to have no freaking idea of who Torsten is any more, and they have been friends since I bought her home as a kitten… Ok, I’ve got a mental brainblockfartshit and can’t remember how long I’ve lived in Västerås. Creepy, I know. It happens rather often I’m afraid. But anyway! My poor kitties :C
Ps; I’ve checked some old pictures, seems like I moved here 2 years ago O.O only two years?! And I thought Elsa was 3 years old. Well, I’ll be damned. But I have a theory of why this is happening… I always think that I’ll be 23 this summer, bit in fact I’m just turning 22! I blame all the old people I know, they give me bad influence about hiding my age… But doesn’t that mean I should be telling everyone I’m 11?