One of Shawshank‘s recent letters said “please give the kitties loves, and maybe a little treat”. Because of this, the cats are currently in the midst of a catnip binge. I improvised cat beds for them using a couple of cardboard produce boxes and pillows, then sprinkled catnip in both. Each cat has their own box, but wants the other box, but also doesn’t want to give up the box they currently have. Moments ago, there was a fight over an apple box. Chaucer retreated to the kitchen, where he’s “trash talking”: whining in an attempt to lure Mal out of the avocado box. Should Mal leave his box, Chaucer will undoubtedly race back into the living room, plunk his ass down in one box, and slap Mal if he comes near either of them.
It was another mostly painless shift. StressedRPh wasn’t bad at all. We talked about whether I should bake something, and if it would be safer, in terms of social distancing type of shit, to do cupcakes or a cake. One one hand, cupcakes make it so not everyone is touching the fucking cake. On the other hand, cupcakes are a lot of fucking work to decorate.
Regardless of what option I go with, I’m going to eat far too much frosting.
