Hello, hello! Can we come in and eat some treats?
I swear, if it wasn't for the poop, I would gladly allow my chickens in the house. As Mr. Moon said this morning, between our cats and our chickens, we are always amused. Maurice slept with us last night and this morning when we tried to snuggle a bit, that crazy orange cat who was between us made noises like she wanted to take our heads off. We only laughed but that was because we were protected by layers of covers, otherwise we both would have frozen in fear. I was wondering the other day if perhaps Maurice just has very, very sensitive skin. Perhaps a nerve disorder thing? But no, I'm sure that's not it. She simply does not want to be moved at all if she is in a comfortable place.
I do not even want to think about what her early childhood was like. Poor baby.
So what did I do today? I know you can't stand the suspense so I'll tell you- not fucking much.
The chickens will sleep better tonight because I cleaned out their henhouse and we will sleep cozy because I washed the sheets.
I know. You're shocked!
But I did reorganize my main food cabinet AND the spices. It took me all day to get around to that and about an hour to do it. Procrastination has become my super power since the pandemic began. I could give in-services on how best to waste time. Via Zoom, of course.