Good morning, world. The whole house is up. Pippin is in the doorway, because the doorway is one of her safe spaces. Podrick woke me up at some small hour, sucking on the back of my neck. Shawshank is calling him Suckface. I pulled the blanket up and tried to ignore him. Pippin jumped up on the bed in the middle of Podrick’s assault, stayed for a minute, then wisely left.
He was back around 7am for round two. By the time Shawshank woke up, Pod had left me covered in drool and kitty-kickeys. For the moment, he’s quiet. He settled on Shawshank‘s lap and is fighting sleep.
Pippen’s attitude towards Pod improves a little every day. Unfortunately, he was a bit of a shit to her yesterday. She wasn’t in the mood and didn’t want to deal with him, he was full of piss and vinegar and wanted to chase her. He’s been bothering her while she’s at the water bowl, so I gave her one of her own by her dishes on the table.She’s usually good about slapping him, and we’ll take him out of the equation when he gets too obsessive about her. Podrick wanted to be all up in her face as soon as he’d see her yesterday. As a result, she spent a lot of time on the bathroom shelf.
I streamed a bit last night. The Foot Clan was better than they have been lately. It’s a new month, so I’ll probably take this afternoon off to do clown makeup and have a photo shoot. Doing so means I’ll have to lock Podrick out of the bedroom for a bit. If I time shit right, I’ll do it all while he sleeps this afternoon. After dinner, the world can deal with my high clown ass on a live stream.
