Good morning, fuckers. It’s sunny, and it looks nice. Podrick came up for cuddles a couple of times- aggressive, but generally well-behaved. He’s growing, so I can’t curl him into a little ball anymore, but we figured out a comfortable position that was both comfortable and gave him access to a finger to suck on.…
Good morning, world. It’s a new day. A Sunday. Podrick woke me up early with an attempt to get under the blankets with us. Unfortunately, his first attempt was ultra-successful, and he ended up under both the quilt and the weighted blanket. If he were bigger, I wouldn’t have worried too much, but he’s still…
Good morning, world. I just woke up Shawshank. TinyTown is sunny. Shawshank opened the back door and set out Pippin’s table. Podrick is wolfing down a bowl of kitten chow. I attempted to actually do some bullshit on my long-neglected Twitter1 and fucking Twitter is down. I had a super boring Friday. My plan was…