How Loki Spent his Third Birthday
Despite the fact that yesterday he peed on the floor and murdered two of my houseplants, I decided Loki deserved a bit of extra lurves for being in my life. I adopted that psychotic little furball with my husband two years ago, and we named him after the god of chaos because we thought it was cute. Unfortunately for us he must have researched the role, because he’s been living up to his name ever since. He’s neurotic, codependent, clumsy, and remarkably articulate on Twitter. Just like his mommy.
Happy Birthday, Loki. Thanks for being my pal.