It’s a Monday morning, and we’re all up. Podrick is soaking up the sunlight from a spot on top of the fridge. There are two flies trapped between the screen and window, and he’s trying to catch them.
My first attempt at a Sunday smut stream was very, very dead. I streamed for almost 3 hours, and made about $3.50. I may have to stick to evenings, when I can use funky lights and shit to augment my actual personality. Some dude really, really liked me, and was so desperate for me to open his cam that I actually added that option to my menu for next time. You want me to watch you jork it? Fine. I can pretend your naked mole rat is interesting.
Podrick’s hyperfixation this morning is the cabinet under the sink. I’ve gotten up six times in the last five minutes to chase him away from it. He can’t get into it, because the cabinet doors are currently “locked”, but he’s trying his hardest to get in through the space available. The last time I chased him away, he ran into the bedroom, where I locked him up. I’m pretty sure Pippin is in there as well, and I’m not sorry when I say I just don’t give a shit this morning. I hear the sound of running in there. Let there be a Thunderdome for cats.
Might do that little shit some good.
Shawshank is working this morning, so I’m going to set up a TikTok stream. Shawshank will be back after lunchtime. We’ll have something light and then have breakfast for dinner tonight.
