Greetings and saturations, y’all. The sun is coming up over a sunny fucking Saturday. Shawshank has the morning shift. I felt him get up this morning, then felt him kiss me when he left. We have new feline developments. First and foremost, the cats are now working together to open the back closet. The closet…
Good gracious, it’s Friday! We’re up, the sun is up, the cats have eaten breakfast, and we’re drinking coffee. Pipping just crawled up into Shawshank’s lap, and Podrick is chasing dust motes in a sunbeam. We had the laziest of days yesterday. Shawshank switched the TV from politics somewhat early, and played some :bp:. He…
Good morning, world. We’ve woken up to a sunny Thursday morning. Podrick climbed the screen once; that was my fault, I left a throw pillow under the window and he used it as a step stool. He was mostly fine after that, having decided to just gnaw on the window crank. My Wednesday was pretty…