At midnight we entered into a new decade, well, except for my Fitbit that entered into a permanent death. No particular reason though, other than being a Fitbit and that’s what they do.

Of course, this all happened after I managed to get Fitbit Pay to work and being acclimatised to not carrying my bank cards around for the past few months, I literally can not remember my bank code anymore 😬

Nothing says 2020 is going to be awesome than writing an email quoting consumer rights and demanding rectification 🖕

In slightly less 💩(or actual news about 💩depending on how you look at it), I got a few gifts for the savage furry asshole this year.

The first is a water fountain drinking bowl, which was delayed for delivery at the last minute, so she’s not yet enjoying what could be her new favourite thing. It’s shaped to be like running water from a tap (or a urinal), and drinking from everything but her water bowl (including the taps) is her jam.

The second is probably the most genius because she’s a real neat freak about hiding her poops and demands constant cleaning of her shit box (she also hides them deep in the litter to be an extra dick about it), it’s a self-cleaning litter box. This thing is a lot bigger than I expected, I mean A LOT, and it’s in a 1970s chic brown colour. But I can’t complain, really.

It’s been quite funny to watch her rush down when the auto-clean starts to watch her bum nuggets to get swept away, it’s the small things in life.

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