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…
Hello, party people. It’s a gray Wednesday up here in the grass. Having taken down the tapestry behind the bed, we were able to go to sleep fairly quickly last night. That’s not to say that Podrick was the best behaved kitten ever now that we removed the temptation to imitate Alex Honnold and free…