Podrick watching Bruce the Squirrel Good morning, bitches. We’re up. There’s sunshine and open doors and fresh air. We were allowed to sleep past 4am this morning; I’ll give Podrick extra loves as thanks. The cats have each taken a window to watch over their own little versions of TinyTown Nature Preserve. We survived Friday.…
Oh joy, it’s FRIDAY. I’ve been up, unwillingly, dealing with the bullshit that comes with wanting to have luxuries like window screens. I’m on the couch, Shawshank is in bed, and Podrick is laying down, just pondering what he’ll do next to get me to stage-whisper-scream at him. I initially got out of bed because…
Good morning, world. It looks like we had some rain overnight, the roads and grass are wet. My crow army is in the area; Shawshank says there are about 8 chilling across the street, I can hear them cawwing. Podrick was better today, and let us sleep past 4am. Work was ok last night. The…