Good morning, world. It’s a bright and sunny Wednesday morning. Cats are in sunbeams, coffee in mugs. I woke up around 2am to Podrick violently assaulting my hand, neck, and chin. He eventually settled for my hand, but only if I held it near my face. Yesterday was mildly crafty. Last week, I improvised a…
Good morning, world. We had a quiet morning, I’m assuming because Shawshank locked Podrick out of the bedroom. I woke up all the usual times, overly warm and sweaty. I rolled onto my side, which made my sweaty bad freeze. I could have adjusted the blankets, but I was afraid that would wake me up…
It’s a Monday morning, and we’re all up. Podrick is soaking up the sunlight from a spot on top of the fridge. There are two flies trapped between the screen and window, and he’s trying to catch them. My first attempt at a Sunday smut stream was very, very dead. I streamed for almost 3…