We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die

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Well, Crystal slept in the bed last night. When we brought Podrick home, she didn’t want him to get hurt or stuck or anything like that. So she slept on the couch for a couple of nights. Yesterday, she hopped back into bed, bringing the tiny middle with her.

Most of the night was pretty good. He’s a little trouble maker if you ask me. He tried to get under the covers with me. I shut that down quickly. He attacked my fingers and face, but eventually, he settled down and fell asleep. Randomly, he’d bounce over us, but for most of the night, he was a good boy.

He made sure that we were up this morning. Today was the first day that he had to wait for both of us to wake up, before getting fed. I’m sure he wasn’t too impressed.

Gotta go and vote today. I’ll head over to the voting place after our shower. Hopefully, it won’t take too long. I forgot about the advance voting until the last day, right before dinner. So I’ll go and cast my vote this morning.

But first:

A saxophone was blowing on a Rock and Roll show

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I don’t know how, but Podrick has figure out how to get on the bed. Some time in the night, he was trying to play with me. And once I rolled over, I felt almost a pin prick of heat. I had to look, and he was cinnamon rolled in Pippin’s bed!

I’m pretty sure Pippin slept onto of Crystal’s wigs in the bathroom. So I carried her out, and asked her to hop up on her table. Crystal made her a breakfast plate, and I opened the back door for her. Hopefully, today is the day that she pushed her pride aside, and doesn’t run from him.

Podrick in a bucket hat

Work wasn’t too bad last night. It was really steady when we go there until about 6, and then it slowed down a little. Enough for us to start to get stuff done. Slowly but surely, the minutes ticked away, and before we knew it, it was time to get the hell out of dodge.

Today is a regular Sunday. So there’s chores to be done, and bacon that is needed to be consumed. I’ll start the laundry in a little while. Since I’m up earlier than normal, I’ll take my time. I’ve told my parents, since we have the Tiny Terror, we wouldn’t be going over to Shady Acres for dinner.

But dinner is taken care of. I found some stuff at work yesterday. But I will be heading over there to drop mail off, and to ask to borrow their vacuum.

I need another cup of coffee. Happy Sunday, y’all!

First thing we’d climb a tree and maybe then we’d talk

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Well, I’m awake. And it’s bright and sunny outside. Pippin, I think, slept on the bed with me for the night. Twice, she tried to snuggle with me. But I wasn’t in the right position for her. But we tried to snuggle.

She came out of the bedroom more yesterday. She’s in observation mode. Always watching the little firecracker running around. But more importantly than that – she ate, and drank water. Then she went and use the litter box. I think we’re moving in the right direction.

Wee man, or Podrick if you’re nasty, has a limited battery. He’ll go strong for a half hour or so, and then just crash. He’s currently in go mode. But he’s a cute little guy. I’m sure in a couple of days, that Pippin will accept him.

Back to work this afternoon for a quick 8 hours. It’s a beautiful day out there, so it’ll be a pretty good shift. Saturdays are usually pretty steady, so hopefully the evening will go quickly.

But first, kitten wrangling and coffee. Happy Saturday y’all!

Just a good old boys never meanin’ no harm

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This will just be a short post today, as I’m up a little earlier than normal. I think I slept ok last night. Crystal slept out on the couch so this little guy had someone to snuggle against in the night.

I present to you:

Podrick Chad Brick Danger Shank, DDS, Esq

Pippin is pissed off. She spent time yesterday on top the fridge, then on top the cabinets. I ended up hauling her down and putting her on the bed, where she stayed for the night. I don’t think she moved too far from her nest. Hopefully, she comes out and interacts. She didn’t eat last night.

I’m a worrier.

She’s my baby.

Podrick is currently fighting a little mouse and throwing it all over the place.