TGIF, world. It’s a wet Friday morning in TinyTown. The crows have already shrieked their breakfast demands, and the daddy-squirrel (Bruce) is struggling to get the last of the seed out of the feeder in the front yard. I think this might be the last of the wetter weather for us. We’re supposed to warm…
Yo, VIP. It’s Wednesday. I’m up, sitting on the couch, watching a weather segment on the news that promises half the United States is going to burn up by the week’s end. I woke up entirely too early, too hot, and too damp. Podrick snuggled me a few times, letting me sleep between visits. I…
Good morning, world. The new week has begun. Podrick started with the bullshit hella early this morning. Bullshit, interspersed with cuddles. That’s pretty much a breakdown of the human experience in general, actually. Sunday wasn’t bad. Shawshank left for work in the morning, and I assumed a human form so I could stream in the…