My cat is starving. We have one of those automatic feeders, which feeds him at 6:15 in the morning and 4:45 in the afternoon. This works fine when we’re at work, and he sleeps all day. But while I’m home during the summer and he’s awake, he’s always begging for food. I feel terrible, since I’m snacking most of the time. It’s totally not fair to him, right? But he only has a little cat body, and I don’t want him to blow up.
In truly exciting news, Matt and I are getting a new couch. I ordered it today, and it should arrive in 6-8 weeks. We are also going to move the treadmill from the basement up to the bedroom. I am afraid of basements. I seriously think it’s because there was this skit on Zoom when I was little where there was a monster in a basement. Why would they do that to children? Anyway, we will be moving around the dressers, which will also allow us to get the bigger TV we have wanted out of my parents’ basement (oooh- the basement again). Life may not be too sexy-exciting right now, but it’s not too bad either.