Good morning, world. It’s another morning, with ✨everything✨. It’s Monday, and it’s fucking snowing. We enjoyed our Sunday. Sundays are our brunch day, and Shawshank had suggested French toast with some of his raisin bread. I obliged. He cooked up some bacon, I made the French toast for us, and we put everything in the…
Good morning, world. It’s a sunny day, y’all. I watched from bed while a red sunrise crept up the pines in the front yard. Shawshank tried to let me sleep. Pippin jumped up to check me out, but wasn’t interested in cuddling. Podrick eventually started to fuck with the window, and I got out of…
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…