I’m a vicious tiger, RRRRAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!
How Gulliver woke up this morning:
How I woke up this morning:
The means of achieving upright status is basically the same in either situation. 😆
It’s been raining for two days, and will rain for two more, if the forecast is even remotely right. My baby curled up and went straight to sleep, and I realized that the sight of my kids sleeping triggers an instinct in me…
…you thought I was going to say “to stand guard and watch over them”, right? Aw hell no. It’s an instinct to nap at the same time. While I can. It’s something that kind of overwrites your DNA when you stay home with an infant: either nap while you have the chance, or get something done somewhere in the house.
And with the rain beating down 24/7, let me tell you, that switch gets flipped solidly to “nap”. Surrounded by cats.
Enjoy, then, this fine view of Obi’s junk.
Me: “Okay, I’m gonna solve this cat-in-the-high-chair problem once and for all. I’ll put the little mini-cooler I use as a milk-run diaper bag in the seat. That’ll fix her wagon.”
Portia: “Oh, thank you for the extra seat cushion! Is this for little ol’ me?“
Why are you looking at me like that, human? I have seen how this works with the little human. MAKE WITH THE FOOD.
Geez, the service here sucks.
You have no idea how much a nice warm day – and by “warm” I mean “65 degrees with a pretty good wind so we’re probably talking about 62 tops” – is welcome after several weeks of near-constant snow and ice. Since the beginning of the year one could be excused for thinking we’ve gone through more icing than a cake shop. Anyway, the cumulative effect of a relatively nice warm day was… happy faces.
Well, okay, it’s not a real cattery. Seems like it sometimes, though…
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