It’s Saturday morning, and I’m cold as shit. Pippin is on my chest while I type. Neither cat snuggled me in bed, but Pippin did come in to stand on my shoulder to scream at me when Shawshank left. We had a good Friday. I gamed all afternoon. First, I subjected Shawshank to some :jd:…
Happy Valentine’s Day y’all. The household is up. Chaucer is laying between Shawshank and I, his chest on my foot, purring. We’d done the gift exchange before the coffee had finished brewing. I gave Shawshank a new hoody and some Lego, and he gave me a super slinky black dress and snacks. Now, we have…
Good morning, world. Happy Thursday. We’re up, brought out of slumber by Chaucer choosing to hork right beside Shawshank’s side of the bed. He’s settling in between us on the couch, purring loudly. He’s a sweet boy. I had a very low-key birthday. Shawshank gave me my present, a snuggly giant hoodie. I replied to…