Good morning! I was up about an hour ago. I quietly got dressed into walking clothes, while (I thought) Mrs Magill was sleeping soundly. She wasn’t. She wasn’t, so rather than walking Chloé, I let her into our room for a love-fest.
Coffee is being consumed and breakfast is being pondered, while Chloé chases something in her sleep.
Mrs Magill and Fang talked the other day. Apparently, I’m being “too dramatic,” and he doesn’t want to visit us until I’ve reached my final form or something. I think he’s just looking for an excuse to not have to visit and get shoved into his old family dynamic that he feels he’s outgrown. I get it. I felt the same way.
Swampy Enjoy your rare Sunday of (relative) sloth. You’ve earned it.
Oppsie I just sent a link to that Lego Con to Fang. That sounds like it’s right up his alley, and it’s nearby… for Texas.
Doggio - Have you considered building a new cat out of all that hair?