Now he’s lying in the garden, thinking about murdering goldfinches. Definitely less energy than usual. His coat is a little gunky, too.
I can commiserate with Jake on murdering avian species. I’d like to throttle a certain mocker, too. Mockers and grackles.
Zeke really wants me to win this election and I don’t necessarily want to. I want the thing declared null because of the interference of Berta and Jan. And it could very well be that that will happen. These people are evil. Berta should have been evicted a long time ago. Four years ago, at least.