|TAB totally rocked his Winnie T, Of course.|
Yeah, //snort// like anything in this life is fair.
TAB’s side of the bed is now piled with laundry that I need to put away, books I’ve not read yet, a couple of my awesome beloved’s poetry collections, my fave T-shirts of his and other random shit. Bed’s still WAY too fucking big without him.
|Coco on her new hassock gazing at her new rug|
I’ve begun a fresh project, of course. I think this one’ll be a scarf or, ya know, some other similarly wicked ambitious venture like that there. Maybe I should make Rocco a sweater though, huh?
We’re in for nasty weather in the upcoming days so I should do all my outdoor divertissements today. Appropriately enough, right before wakey-wakey this AM, I dreamed that a giant storm kicked up. It was a hurricane with some typhoon action on the side. I was away from home and this was VERY scary. The water was up to the second floor of the building I was in and I’d no idea how I was gonna get back to Valhalla and the kittens. Panic was taking firm, solid hold of me. And then Rocco, quite rudely yet gently, poked me in the nose with a sharp claw(!) because BREKKIE TIME. Yeah yeah. Sure, sure. I should be grateful that my spoiled former feral saved me from serious dream drenching and possible drown-age.
He still got his morning meal plus treats though because, ya know, I am the Cat Lady – Goo goo g' joob.