We’re up early because Podrick was up early. He came in for the morning cuddles around 5am, which was all well and good until he decided he absolutely NEEDED to be behind the pillows. He figured out there’s a bit of space between the mattress and the wall. If there is one thing that is irresistible to Podrick, it’s anything vaguely resembling a tunnel.
I felt better yesterday, and I was able to enjoy brunch. I even put on real clothes (but skipped the makeup). Shawshank did the laundry on Saturday afternoon, making one less thing to worry about in the regular Sunday agenda. We went over to Shady Acres, and he mowed the lawn while I regaled his parents with stories of the cats.
Pippin isn’t taking any of Pod’s shit this morning. In fact, in a rare twist, she’s starting shit with him. She lured him into a chase, spun him around and returned chase, then pinned him. We’re working to keep them separate when they eat, because Pod will push her away from her dish to eat her kibble. Yesterday, they ate in different rooms. Today, Pippin had soft food. Without the distinctive sound of kibble cronch, he was easily redirected back to his own.
Shawshank has today off. We’ll figure it out.
