Hey y’all, it’s Sunday. And it’s gray. I don’t give a single shit, because I’m not leaving the house. Podrick came onto the bed just after the sky started getting light. I let him under the covers, gave him a hand, and fell asleep snuggling my snuffling chonkyboy. He woke Shawshank up later, chasing his…
Hello, world. Podrick been locked in the bedroom twice thrice this afternoon, because he’s being an asshole. Once more, I can’t stress how badly I can’t wait until he can be neutered. He’s latching onto Pippin and pinning her, chasing her out of the litter box, or he’s pushing her out of whatever she’s made…
Hello, world. TGIF. It’s Friday, and we’re up a little earlier than usual because Podrick was fucking around and found out. Fucking around = how the fuck did that little shit not only turn the fan up but also got it oscillating again? Finding out = locked out of the bedroom for the rest of…