Charlie's an asshole.
The past few days he's been in a mood. There've been lots of little fights and it's really annoying.
He had a black cat cornered in the living room a few days ago. He and Bobby were getting into it on the lawn last night. This morning after four, there was a fight in the bedroom. Since we got out of bed, he's gone after Katie, in a basket in the sleep center, and one of the calicos outside the garage door, Rory or Lorelei, not sure which (the girl ran into the house before I had a chance to see which one it was).
Charlie has gotten his second happy pill (Xanax) this week.
Man, I hate when he's acting up.
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