A sentient piece of beef jerky is testifying before a senate committee, Pippin is sitting on Shawshank‘s legs, and I have a coffee. Good morning, it’s Thursday, and I’m having a coffee and hoping for an asteroid.
I took it very easy for the rest of yesterday, making a post on the spank bank with apologies for not being able to stream as I’d planned. Podrick was a snuggly boy for most of the evening, and we cuddled on the couch. I took a very hot shower, which felt amazing. I played a few games of Balatro, every single one of which sucked ass. Purple stakes can just fuck right off.
We dropped Podrick off at the vet this morning. He’s getting one vaccine and his balls removed. I’m hoping this is the start of him mellowing out a bit, maybe stop him from the drive to pin Pippin. As for Pip, she is enjoying the peace and quiet. She’s eaten a plate full of her squishy food, she’s had a couple of trips to the water bowl, and she’s watched the world of TinyTown go by. She’ll enjoy the rest of the without the orange terror, at least until after lunch.
Your prayer didn’t answer my prayer. Crap