Gracie here. Another busy week at the castle. Kitchen mostly done but when the big work is done, the “other” work starts like finding the best and most convenient place to keep cat food and treats. Also, some folks coming and going with last minute adjustments (not sure what they are but they make the peeps happy).
Today is the lady peep’s birthday. After eons of strange peeps coming and going with big noisy tools, we thought we’d treat her right. She was born around 1 a.m. so Gus started the honors. He humped her leg at 3 a.m. He doesn’t always do this. In fact he rarely does it in bed. It’s mostly a TV thing at the climax of a show (notice my play on words? Climax?) She must have been happy because she scooted him off the bed to enjoy the afterglow.
I slept with her. I rarely do that but it was her birthday. I was sure to lay on top of her legs so she felt safe and secure. She calls it paralyzed. Whatever.
Sasha woke her up at 6 a.m. with a nicely placed landing on her full bladder. That got her up and running!
Morgan climbed into bed after the male peep left. She didn’t want the peep to feel lonely even though she was fast asleep. Best to wake up to a fuzzy face next to you, staring and wondering where is breakfast.
The peep says next week may be more normal but we don’t even know what that means. She promises there will be pictures of the kitchen. Maybe. You can’t trust peeps these days.
Have a great weekend!