cats

Best comment of the day: “WTF kind of social experiment is this?”

The precipitation is wet, not solid, and I refuse to hear about anything different until November.

This morning is that magical weather conditions where it’s not cool enough for the cats to snuggle up to us, but not warm enough to keep them docile. Instead, they’ve been awake since before 6am, running around the house like little demons. Shawshank yelled at Pippin for trying to scale a pile of clothing and…