Good morning, Sunday. We’re up and about. Podrick has been a very snuggly baby since his first visit to my side of the bed around 3am. I was all set to fall asleep, stretched a bit, and suddenly Pod went on high alert. In the dim light, I could see Pippin‘s ears silhouetted in the dim light. Pod tried to resist his urges, and briefly let me continue cuddling him, but eventually lunged towards Pippin’s nest. Both cats left the bed, and I went back to sleep.
About 45 minutes later, I heard another peepish meow and felt a paw looking for a cuddle. This time, when I opened the quilt, Pippin came in. She curled up in a little ball under my chin and we dozed for a bit. Hours later, I woke up with Podrick wanting snuggles, and that’s what we did until he started to really wake up. Then he went full asshole, so the household got out of bed.
He’s still a full asshole – we have to lock him in the bathroom at breakfast, because he doesn’t want to eat his kitten food and will try to force his way into Pippin’s bowl. We just had him in time out because he found the spot where we hid her bowl and spilled it everywhere.
We had a relaxing afternoon and evening. We watched wrestling and crime shows while I sipped ginger ale. Shawshank made us cheeseburgers for dinner, and I made an effort to eat as much as I could. Today, I’m trying to hydrate myself up to a normal level. We’ll be going out to Shady Acres in the afternoon, Shawshank is going to try and mow the lawn.
