Good morning, netbabies. It’s Sunday, and that means we’re up. The bed was that awful stage of just a hair too warm, which would change to too cold when I would roll over. Podrick snuggled me a few times and was a relatively good baby. While he’s still trying to get under the blackout shades,…
Good morning, world. The weekend is here. Shawshank is at work, Podrick is looking for Pippin, Pippin is sleeping in a clothes pile. I heard the crow outside and tossed some puffed wheat out in the grass for it. I’ve been doing this for almost a week now, bribing it to join my crow army.…
TGIF y’all. I’m up, Shawshank’s been up. Podrick’s been doing cat things all morning, but at 20lbs, cat things sound a lot like dog things. Shawshank was up early and tried to let me sleep, but it wasn’t happening. It doesn’t feel like Friday for some reason, but it is. I’ve checked. Twice. Yesterday was…