Hello, world. Podrick been locked in the bedroom twice thrice this afternoon, because he’s being an asshole. Once more, I can’t stress how badly I can’t wait until he can be neutered. He’s latching onto Pippin and pinning her, chasing her out of the litter box, or he’s pushing her out of whatever she’s made…
Hello, world. TGIF. It’s Friday, and we’re up a little earlier than usual because Podrick was fucking around and found out. Fucking around = how the fuck did that little shit not only turn the fan up but also got it oscillating again? Finding out = locked out of the bedroom for the rest of…
Greetings and salutations, y’all. We’re all up. Well, I assume Shawshank is; he has a morning shift today, and he’s not here. Podrick came into bed after Shawshank left the house; he ran around the pillows and then settled down for a cuddle for a little while. I rolled over and he left to cause…