When it rains it pours

There has been a TON of rain here in Dallas and word is that more is coming so its only befitting to say "when it rains it pours"...and when things go south they really go south!
My eldest cat, lovingly nicknamed Troll cat, is a grouchy diabetic old lady who recently was diagnosed with a bladder infection.
There's been lots of fun around here trying to find the latest spot where she "went" and constantly cleaning up skid marks where oopsies happened.
Shes currently a mess who has pissed herself and will barely let me touch her for a second to try and clean her off. Think pirannha tearing up your hand and thats pretty accurate.
On top of that I have exactly $193 dollars in the world today. I know someone out there in the world has it worst than me so Im still going to keep my attitude of gratitude.
What to do? Gotta keep my old girl as healthy as possible. Im checking the mailbox for the impending LIGHTS OUT SUCKA notice from the electric company and rent will be due Nov 1 which is galloping up on me.
So without further ado I have increased my sale in my Shopify (who just yanked their $30 fee from my account, nice timing guys)...YOU CAN NOW GET 30% OFF EVERYTHING IN MY SHOP WITH CODE: FALLSALE
There are prints and original art and dont forget Christmas is coming up and you can take care of some art lovers on your list right now.
I'm also not going to be shy in asking you to please share my link so I can keep my kitty healthy and alive. If you can repost memes all day then please do me a solid and share something that is helpful to another person...and a cat.
Love ya much and thanks! Im off to go hustle and get obstacles out of my path.
My link to my SHOPIFY: https://tigerbee-arts.myshopify.com/collections/all

And if you just feel like donating to be a nice human: DONATE TO TIGERBEE ARTS

And have a great weekend and enjoy the little break in the waterworks. ❤

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