It's spring break, and everything is bat shit crazy. I planned a lot of craft activities, and we've been able to spend some time at an empty park, but I'm about out of that Mary Poppins vibe for today. In my defense, we tie-dyed about 78 billion shirts this afternoon, and I didn't even say the F word once.

Anyway, I tried to sit down, finally, and take a breather, so naturally my cat felt that this was the best possible moment to show me her butthole. It's better than looking at a stranger's butthole, but still. A butthole is a butthole. Nobody wants to see that.

Or maybe some people do. Which is fine. I don't kink-shame.