Moma has been trying her best to die all day. She has taken on like her heart was stopping. I am going to be so adjusted to these dying attacks that when she does die, I'll ignore her for awhile. I mean she is like the little boy who cried wolf. She dies a little bit more every time she has a dying spell.
After today's performances, she asked for a hot cup of coffee. I said, "Ooookay......" She barked, 'Well I got to have something!" So apparently, coffee is a cure for dying. Gee if doctors only knew.
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