So owning a house is great and all…but I’m realizing that there is a lot of work involved. And I’m tired. Everytime I open a box to unpack, I just have to sigh…I have no fucking idea what to do with any of the stuff inside. I have no idea how we accumulated so much stuff…ahem..cough**Mike…
Kitty seems to like the new house. He’s been kinda lazy. All the other pets have been centralized into one pet room. The pigs seem upset…I think it’s because they are no longer in earshot of the fridge. They can’t hear the crinkling of bags and start whistling in anxiousness at the thought of being fed. Peyton doesn’t like being near the other animals. We might have to move him to a different room. Poor little guy. Leela hates us as much as ever…maybe even a bit more. She does this thing where she stuffs tons of bedding and food in her cheeks and takes them up and stuffs them in the wheel. I should take a picture. But you’d think if she was going to use it as a nest she would no longer run in it…No. She still runs in it, and it makes a horrible noise and a huge mess. If she wasn’t so damn cute…she’d be livin in the shed.
