Badder than old King Kong meaner than a junkyard dog

Podrick was really trying this morning. He was really trying so hard to be good. Then he was trying to get up on the nightstand. That’s when he had to go. By then, I was already awake. Mornings are a loud time around here. So I checked the clock and figured it was time to greet the day.

I did the morning routine, and turned the coffee on, and fed Podrick in the kitchen and hand delivered Pippin’s breakfast for her in the bedroom. Both kittens were fed and Pippin is currently on my lap, silently watching Podrick do Podrick things.

I slept ok last night. Some nights it doesn’t feel too restful. Yesterday I felt very rested. Today, not so much. I mean, I slept. I feel ok, just tired. Until Podrick grows up a little more, I don’t think we’ll have quiet, lazy mornings in bed. That’s ok. He’s still a baby – a 15 year old baby. He looks like a meatball.

Back to work this afternoon. Today’s shift, and tomorrows, and well both be on some days off over the weekend. It’ll be filled with laziness, chores, and trying to do as little as possible. And of course Shady Acres. I’ll be finishing the stove chores that we started a couple of weeks ago.