Good morning. We’re up. I’m awake. I’m not happy about it, so it’s everyone’s problem, I guess. I woke up warm, with a very lovey ball of fur nestled against my chest and shoving two paws into my neck. I was a little bit too warm, which always results in being a little bit too cold. Podrick and I cuddled until Pippin woke up and came down from her shelf. He would have been normal, if only she hadn’t jumped up on the bed. He chased her off the bed and out into the kitchen. Pippin doubled back and jumped on the bed, and I closed the door, leaving Pod in the hall.
I spent yesterday in jammies again. When Shawshank came home and started the laundry, I put on cleaner jammies.
I spent the afternoon trying to keep Podrick from driving Pippin into a breakdown. He’s been awful to her. As soon as she comes down from the shelf, he’s all over her. She tiptoes through the house, trying to avoid the floor. Shawshank just sniffed too loud and she flinched. She can’t use the litter box without Pod harassing her, and consequently, we’ve found evidence of at least one accident. I feel like I can’t do anything I want because I have to keep an eye on him when he’s in view. When he’s out of sight, I can’t devote 100% of my already tattered attention to a task because I need to constantly be on alert for signs of distress.
Shawshank is working a full shift today. It’s fucking gray, and I don’t know what I want to do. The natural light will be too bad to paint or take pics. I could probably leave Pod in the bedroom all day and smoke myself into a stupor and take a nap play and pray for a humanity-ending comet strike play NieR:Automata, but that would make me a terrible cat mom.
