Pics or it didn't happen; Thank You, Mom

Toast Out With A Fork!!!

Also, me with bed hair and a red spot on my nose from the CPAP, but that's hardly important. Because that, right there, is Toast Out With A Fork.

My mother sent him to me. Thank you again and again and again. Also, I will now sing a little.

That grey box that he's holding? That's the toaster. I had to hold down his hands so that you could see his face. His natural state is with the toaster up by his eyes.

Twenty more dead people to go.

It was an emergency, I guess

I was awake around ten this morning, no idea why. Outside the bedroom door, I hear a cat making emergency noises. I cluck my tongue to summon said cat. Naomi rushes into the bedroom, leaps over Nuit who is sleeping peacefully at the foot of the bed, bounds over to me, and demands petting. Right now. For about fifteen seconds. Emergency averted, she raced off, again. I am told that she frequently has these emergency petting events, but that I usually sleep through them.

Silly cat.