Good morning, world. We’re up. Shawshank put the small terrorist bean in the hallway again, I assume for getting up to hijinks. My only dealing with him was letting him under the blankets to cuddle with me. He woke me up from another weird dream. Why am I dreaming again? It’s weird. Our Sunday was…
Hey y’all, it’s Sunday. And it’s gray. I don’t give a single shit, because I’m not leaving the house. Podrick came onto the bed just after the sky started getting light. I let him under the covers, gave him a hand, and fell asleep snuggling my snuffling chonkyboy. He woke Shawshank up later, chasing his…
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…