Stop. 🛑
Good morning, loves. It’s Saturday. I’m in a house. I hear my mom just getting up and asking my stepdad if he’s showered yet. My bedroom is guestroom, and apparently a pastel drawing of my sister as a baby will greet me every morning.
This is weird.
Both cats have come out of the crates and eaten. Chaucer immediately came out of the bedroom and started exploring the house. He lived with mom and Brian for 7 years, they’re familiar. I don’t think he was impressed with Knickknack, my late uncle’s demon cat. They were NOT friends when we all loved together before. After a very brief excursion to the end of a hallway, Mal hid under my bed. I dragged him out when I went back to my room for the night, and he’s mostly been his normal self. However, I have yet to leave my room this morning.
I probably should, considering I need to pee.
We’re food shopping today. How exciting.
