It’s a morning. Podrick doesn’t understand consent, and Pippin won’t explicitly tell Podrick “NO”. Together, this means the only thing we’re saying in the house is “Podrick, NO!”. They’re both on top of the fridge right now. We had a nice day at home. I made a joke on Tuesday about spending Wednesday lightly baked…
Good morning, world. It’s another chilly morning. Can I just say that I’ve had two of the most comfortable sleeps the last couple of nights? No waking up in the middle of the night, moist, with my body fighting itself. Instead, I woke up with Pippin curled against me, Podrick in the nest, and Shawshank…
I woke up this morning with a small ball of fur snuggled against me: Pippin. I don’t know how she managed to sneak into the bed with us without Podrick noticing and chasing her off. He was asleep in the cat nest on the foot of the bed. Eventually, the demons in his blood woke…