Life in General

I don’t want to question the aerodynamics of an inflatable t-rex this early in the morning.

Good morning, world. It’s Wednesday, and that is a day that ends in Y. And if it’s a day that ends in Y, that can only mean one thing: Pippin is screaming at door knobs. I think she has ghosts in her blood. I’ve been awake since around 5. That’s when my brain fires up…

Good morning, world. Happy Tuesday. Both kitties are curled on the couch beside me. Shawshank left this morning, and Pippin came in for snuggles. She quickly figured out that if she laid across my tits, I would scratch both her head and her butt simultaneously. When her appetite for scritchies was sated, she left me.…