I'm ttired and misplaced with yet another handyman clomping around while I'm back on the freaking air mattress in the dining room in the vain hope that the bedroom will be restored to it's previous scarcely functional state, so it's language time.
Augie the Cat, faithful as ever, is checking the perimeter before sunup.
Augie has returned from his Handyman Adventure hideaway.
I sorely doubt that I will ever tire of Washboard Chaz.
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Mission accomplished, back on pillow for servicing.
Now there is alleged to be "a structure" under the crappy twin bed that prevents it from returning to its previous state, which was less of a fall hazard.
Trust me, yellow bracelets and alarmed beds are best avoided.
Truly impressive face-plant.
Oh, wait, he was actually trying to summon the landlady for more food.
I took care of this task for him, because she's up and reliably waits for the sound of a toilet flush.
*Now* he is scouting the perimeter on general principles.