Greetings and saturations, y’all. The sun is coming up over a sunny fucking Saturday. Shawshank has the morning shift. I felt him get up this morning, then felt him kiss me when he left.
We have new feline developments. First and foremost, the cats are now working together to open the back closet. The closet doors in The Flat aren’t regular doors, they’re all cheap folding doors. They’ve figured out if they try hard enough, they can move the 8lb weight. With every attempt, the dumbbell is less of a barrier to them. Even Pippin is doing it now. At some point, we’ll be forced to admit that all we did is give the cats a home gym.
I ordered an automatic feeder a couple of weeks ago, with the hope that if we can feed the beast early enough, he’ll behave enough to let us sleep an extra half an hour in the mornings. It arrived yesterday, and I set it up to dispense a half portion at about 5:30am, a regular dinner, and a bedtime snack. I was working when it went off at dinner and we were already in bed for the snack dump, but I heard it drop into the bowl. Shawshank found the robot on its side when he got up this morning. We may have to work out a way to strap the hub to the leg of the kitchen table.
Aside from the morning shift, the weekend is open. I think I’m going to touch up my hair this afternoon, probably fire up Saints Row IV and create some chaos.
