Has this ever happened to you?
You're sitting in your $10 black acrylic dress pants. The broken heater has led to you sitting topless, the elestic popping out of your bra (replace with stained undershirt if you're so inclined). Your room is dark from the lightbulb breaking in your overhead lamp. You found a working lamp on the street, in which you put a 20-watt bulb you found in the back of the cabinet from your migraine days (which has still left the room dark, but light enough to see the outline of your furniture). Homer Simpson with his red skin is keeping you company. You figure if you close your eyes, you won't notice what colour he is anyway. You go to sit on your bed and climb into the dip in the middle, which feels almost cradle like. One of these days, you'll be able to fix the base and save your bed. For now, this is your home.
In the meantime, your cat is in the corner eating all-natural, immune-boosting cat kibble.
Symptom of normal student-hood? Or Sacrifice?
What do you (willingly, of course) sacrifice for your pet?
Any comments on "financial experts" who call pets a luxury?