I love rainy days. This is what I call the "roof lake" on the building next to my apartment.

Wojo wants treats but I won't give him any because I fed him too much last night and he threw up on the bed. So, he just went into the bedroom and tried to shut the door. Fucking what?

My cats stopped making art in protest.

The anxiety has just been overwhelming, especially at night and in the morning. The afternoon sucks too. Oh and the nightmares. So I'm sharing a picture of two of my fur babies snuggling.

Mau enjoying the laundry basket right after I took all the warm clothes out.

I saw a notice about the water being shut off from 10pm to 6am. So I filled bowls and pots with water. What is not in the pictures is the bathtub full of water. Wojo only seems mildly annoyed at the sounds of the fire works or maybe at me for taking his picture.

This is Wojo and Mau taking a nap together. Wojo is the tabby.

Reminds me of the movie Brazil

Forgot to mention that these are lace-up

Lately Lucy is tolerating Mau more. Just a day or so ago, I noticed Mau's meows changing. Before his meows were scratchy. Now he is incorporating a sort of squeak that sounds an awful lot like Lucy. Could it be that Lucy is giving Mau tips to get my attention?

Cacio e pepe with a salad and the rest of the artichoke. Just enough cheese and greens. 😜

I am new here. I started this account because Post News may be shutting down. This is a picture of my cat Lucy. She often underestimates her size. I can relate.