It’s Friday Eve, and me and the cats are lounging in our spots. Podrick has been a cuddle bug all morning, both in bed and out. We snuggled under the covers, and he’s been in my lap a few times since I got up.
Shawshank and I were hobby-slobs yesterday, refusing human forms in favor of comfy clothes, brunch, and personal enjoyments. After we ate, Shawshank pulled out a Lego build, and I put on Skyrim. Since I’ve managed to tame all the horses of Skyrim, I moved on to a couple of quests to fetch missing weapon parts and assassinate an abusive foster parent.
I feel like today will be trying. Pod’s cuddlebug morning has transitioned into a menace morning, and I feel like he’s definitely going to have an asshole afternoon. He’s ignoring every toy I give him, and is fixating on everything that’s not a toy- most aggressively fixating on power cords of every variety. Shawshank‘s working the day shift, so we’ll need to figure out something for dinner, and I feel like I should probably spend some time outside in the sunlight.
