Good morning, world. You up? We’re up. The cats are up. I’m having one of those WHAT TEMPERATURE IS IT? days, where my body can’t decide if we’re too hot or too cold. I’m too chilly without my hoody on, but too warm with it. It’s Saturday, so it’s time for Dateline repeats. We had…
Hello, world. It’s motherfucking Friday. The sun is peeking out, and it’s supposed to be warm today. Podrick let me sleep until 5am, and we dozed while he snuffled my palm. Pippin came up three times for me to give scritches. Our Thursday was pretty relaxed. Shawshank went to Shady Acres and whacked weeds for…
Good morning, fuckers. It’s sunny, and it looks nice. Podrick came up for cuddles a couple of times- aggressive, but generally well-behaved. He’s growing, so I can’t curl him into a little ball anymore, but we figured out a comfortable position that was both comfortable and gave him access to a finger to suck on.…