So, we are sad and tired and trying very hard. But our little zoo certainly keeps our spirits up. 💜

Finally, here's Salty enjoying our evening routine. Climb in bed, yell at mom, make lap circles until mom plays Clowns in a Nem 1 hour on phone, hold hands, go sleep. I cry every time.

There was stuff up here, but she knocked it all down to film her own My Immortal music video.

Tuna Fish is her usual wild self. Still scaling walls and knocking shit over. She is Baby, Destroyer of Things.

Here's Pudding Cup, by the way. He has well-adjusted to life on the inside, gets almost as many cookies as he asks for, and is a big snug.

He's got Pancake vibes, I think. He's a really sweet boy who nearly sat in my lap today. After Pudding Cup avoided pets for nearly a year when he lived outside, it's nice to make friends quickly.

We name all the neighborhood kitties who visit the porch PC names - no, not like that. Short for Porch Cat. And then we give them another, food-related name, that's long for PC.

my kingdom to be tolerated for one (1) pet on her precious head

Tuna Fish knows nothing of jobs or contracts or "laws," whatever the hell those are.

Eagles truthers gonna have a field day with this

'Bout a sky of blue! Or tea for two!

This one is actually a frequent brain play for me