Turkey Gravy?

It's submission video time! Meet Dave! I would have been finished an hour or two earlier, but as I was finishing up I realized I may have had something wrong 🙈

This video and two others were submitted by Jen, @jahuish, and she has three different cats throughout her videos. I was working on a different one that has two of her cats in it. I finished it, exported it, and then went to go make sure I had one of the names right. But upon reading further, I realized I may have switched two cats by accident. (in my defence, Jen, they are all adorably identical 😂😂😂) So I tried my hardest to compare this video of Dave to the other video to see if it was also Dave, or his brother Pinky. I could not for the life of me figure it out. So, as to not risk getting that wrong, I jumped over to this solo video that I knew was in fact "Dave". (I can see how you'd wonder why that matters, but in the other video names are spoken, and out of respect for the video owner and the cats I would be a huge butthead to not care if I got that wrong.) So today Dave is getting dinner inspiration during bath time. I mean, multi tasking ain't a bad thing.

I've had probably every emotion in the book since waking up this morning and it's only noon. Had a lovely beginning to my morning, chats with my mom, nice morning breeze through my window, yummy coffee... I started doing some voice overs and it was a really good day so far. Until the people above me decided to make the kind of noise that makes me want to scream and I feel like I'm being tortured (PTSD triggers are incredibly scary when you can't get away from them. I know torture is a strong word but it's the best one to use) because I have nowhere to hide from it (it pounds through my noise cancelling headphones) so I went from having a lovely relaxing morning to a full on raging panic attack. After quite a while everything finally settled, and I curled in a ball with Calvin and Susie for a bit. Until susie started smacking me in the nose with her tail, which is her way of saying "ok, self pity party time is up, go get shtuff done." so I did some breathing, made another coffee, and felt safe to come back into my room to work. Now I'm just physically and emotionally exhausted.. I need to buy more tums 😅🥴

Please don't worry, I am ok now. It just felt more comfortable to share instead of pretend that didn't happen. I think what I hate most about that happening to me is the impact it has on Calvin and Susie. I never want them to feel like they need to be afraid of my emotions. But when I get like that, frig, I'D be scared of me. I do wish Calvin and Suze were the type to approach me when I needed them in times like that, but I unfortunately raised them in an environment where they weren't comfortable to do that in. Too many explosive men in and out of my life and I wasn't taking care of myself either, so, it's not their fault.

I wonder if you can rent giant dogs just for a 5-10 minute hug session...

New business idea? I see potential if that's not already a thing.

I love love love you guys. Thank you for being the reason I leave my pity parties ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Love,

Alex, Susie, and Calvin