Allo, world. Happy Wednesday. The sun is shining and giving us a lovely pink sunrise that I can’t be bothered to take a picture of this morning.
The cats are doing cat things. They’re not going at each other, but both are doing things that say “I’m tired of this shit”. Lots of low hissing/growling, but no chasing. Pipping is more curious and wants nothing more than to sniff Chaucer. Chaucer is slinking around the apartment, except when he hears food. Then he runs into the kitchen expecting a snack. He thinks Shawshank is like Brian, and anticipates a little treat any time he is in the kitchen.
I decided I wanted a nap yesterday, and Chaucer and I took the couch while Pippin took a window. They behaved well enough. Last night was the first night since our arrival that Shawshank and I stayed in the same bed. Chaucer slept on the bed, walking around the edge of the mattress whenever someone moved enough to wake him up. Pippin came up onto the bed at least once; Shawshank heard some minor hissing.
It’s an uneasy peace.
I took the poi out a couple of times yesterday. I’m loving the fact I can spin on the grass and no longer need to worry about fire ants, lizards, toads, or bees. Shawshank asked me if I could spin in my sheep kigurumi last night, but didn’t get any video of that fun.
Gotta take advantage of the weather while I can, but my allergies have gone into overdrive since I left the South. I can’t spend too much time out in the yard or I start coughing again. For all of my complaints about Pensacola, I did not miss the annual chest colds.
