Good morning, world. You up? We up. Podrick was an asshole this morning. He started off un-assaholic, curling up for big snuggles and cuddles against me. Once his cuddle-drive was satisfied, he was off to cause problems, namely eating cords to my things. Rather than continuing to fight – every time I have to move…
It’s a dark and cold Thursday morning. I’ve been up, as usual, awakened by Short Round and my own body’s struggle to decide what temp we were going to be. The first half of yesterday was filled with activity. Shawshank had an appointment for bloodwork in the morning. I cleaned out two closets while he…
Hello, and good morning from a dark TinyTown. Podrick and I have been up since around 6am, when he plunked himself into the space between my chest and chin. I cuddled him for as long as he’d let me, trying to fall asleep again. I’m still messing with the new wig, but I felt confident…