Hello, world. I’m up, and so are the cats. Podrick came into bed for the 5am cuddle. He was on his best behavior for about an hour, then he became a wee crazy beastie and I had to get up.
Giving Podrick a random old phone with an app made for cats has done some good: Pippin wants to play. Usually, Podrick will play for a while, then sit quietly and watch whatever is on the screen. On the other hand, Pippin prefers to watch from a shelf, but might slowly make her way down to ground level. Last night she gave the phone a good sniff, but she hasn’t quite taken the step to tap it with a paw. Sometimes, Pod falls asleep watching his little TV. Pippin uses that opportunity to check out the stinky baby.
I didn’t intend to do it, but I took pics yesterday. Sure, it’s a pain in the ass to move everything into the bedroom to take pics because Podrick is too unhinged to keep out of my set, but I fucking did it. I popped on a wig and took some pics in one of Shawshank‘s grandmother’s 60’s peignoirs. I still need to edit things, but that’s easy. The biggest part is finished.
Shawshank has today off. Our only plans are to go out to the secondhand store, and stuff ourselves full of poutine tonight.
