Hot on the heels of the panic attack I had over my imaginary digital video game cat, Margo died.
This is why I never have pets in this game! You would think I would have learned my lesson by now, BUT NO.
I still haven’t been able to get rid of her toys or litter box. RIP, Margo, you were the best imaginary digital video game cat.
Molly Jr was hit particularly hard. Later that day, I found her floating around in the pool, staring into the distance, seemingly contemplating the brief, ephemeral nature of life. Or maybe I’m just projecting.
I was NOT cheered up when I discovered I had finally checked another item off the Sims “24 while 24 checklist challenge.” Patchy the Scarecrow came to life and popped inside for a visit.
I do not like Patchy.
