Oh fuck, it’s Monday. But it’s a day off for Shawshank, so that’s a good thing. Everyone was up early- Podrick was talkative this morning! He was sitting on the dresser, chatting. I think he likes the breeze on his booty. I was up at my regular early hour. Pod came in for cuddles right…
Good morning. We’re up. I’m awake. I’m not happy about it, so it’s everyone’s problem, I guess. I woke up warm, with a very lovey ball of fur nestled against my chest and shoving two paws into my neck. I was a little bit too warm, which always results in being a little bit too…
Good morning, y’all. It’s Saturday. I’m up. I’ve been up. Podrick was only slightly cuddly this morning. He tried, but he wouldn’t get into a comfy spot. Consequently, without my little fireball under the quilt, I was freezing this morning. We enjoyed a mostly lazy Friday. I didn’t get dressed. We didn’t have plans. Shawshank…