I’m currently quarantined with the cats. I’ve been in here with them for four hours. Fozzy just took a shit, refused to cover it up, then whined about being locked in the room. I think I understand why Shaz doesn’t like him now. It’s the little things. He’s a bit of a jerk, but it dumb ways. Cover your shit, Fozzy. And what did you eat? I have to be quarantined with them because they have to be quarantined—we have guests and cats disrupt and destroy. Shaz has been throwing up so I’m stuck making sure she doesn’t. I’m ready to hurl myself because of Fozzy’s poop.