Having to ask the hairdresser to give you a cut that will persuade your phone’s facial recognition software that it’s still you is very 2020.
My cat will:
Climb a tree
Walk along a narrow wall
Leap onto the roof
Drop onto a rainwater tank
Jump down to a tiny exposed windowsill
Reverse and jackknife through a small window
… all to avoid entering the house via the open front door.
Just hugged the cat and he burped. He’s taking being called “My baby” too seriously.
I have a strange power dynamic with the cat as I can’t tell if I’ve been evicted or deposed. Either way, the centre of the bed is no longer mine.
Me: Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the …
Mirror: Comb your hair.
I developed a very large vocabulary to avoid words I couldn’t spell.