Good morning, and welcome to Tuesday. The temp is a balmy 31°🦅 and sunny, and this morning, Podrick yeeted himself off a chair and into a wall. Pippin is coming around. She spent the better part of yesterday out of hiding, moving between the front window and the back door. Pod can’t reach her where…
Good morning, world. It’s a new week. The door is open, Pippin is watching the world. Podrick is cleaning himself and generally being a menace. I woke up with him trying to play with me at some point over night. I protected my fingers and managed to go back to sleep. He came back up…
Good morning, y’all. We had a bit of a scare this morning, because we couldn’t find Pippin. She was curled up on a shelf over the toilet, sleeping in a pile of wigs. Why? you might ask? Because Podrick has figured out how to get on the bed. He wasn’t anywhere in the living room…