Oops. Dead kitteh.
Good morning. I hope you had a good night.
I dreamed something last night that I dreamed a few nights ago, but now I can’t recall what it was. Only that it was disturbing.
Nothing is planned for today, besides being a slug again. I need to empty the shredder, but I can’t figure out how it got full so fast. ;o]
Good morning, and not bad. We found Jake this morning. He was stuck in the Carters’ yard, next door on the east side. He must have gotten under their fence yesterday and forgot how to get out. Dumbazz.
He doesn’t seem injured, but we’ll see.