WFH Friday: Best Shots of the Day
Friday is my work-from-home day and I made the most of it. Or rather, they did: five naps, three poses, one absolute unit of a bunny working harder than me.…
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Friday is my work-from-home day and I made the most of it. Or rather, they did: five naps, three poses, one absolute unit of a bunny working harder than me.…
Coming home from grocery shopping, a dumped baby bunny ran across the road in front of us. Forty-five minutes of careful chasing in the dark, aware she might not survive…
Lazy afternoon for the trio: joined at the hip, napping in shifts. Sometimes they spread out solo, but most hours end in one shared loaf. This post runs the afternoon…
Caught all three in a staring contest tonight. Psychic communication? Brain cell recharge? All of one and a half braincells pooled together for something big. Tonight's post is the summit…
She jumps on the bed now, uses the tray like a champion, and circles my feet honking when I lie down. Hop over the ankles, honk, repeat. Incessant and adorable.…
Poor Lola turned quiet overnight, literally overnight. Less eating, less moving, wrong-feeling belly watch. Vet first thing in the morning, prayers requested from the whole house. This post is my…
Some pairs are just couple goals. Side by side all evening, sharing hay, sharing naps, sharing one braincell between them. This is the couple's profile: how the pair works, the…
Woke up to find him all the way under my quilt, pressed against my side, fast asleep. He must have been there a while. Clingy? Cold? Both? This post covers…
Quiet house. Too quiet. Then two ears over the upper deck edge: peekaboo. Checking the weather, supervising the room, gone again before I could stand up. This post is the…
His name means black olive in my language, and it is a feminine word, so people keep missgendering my boy. Worth it. The name fits like it was always his.…
Baby Phoebe sat up tonight with the exact face of a kid texting: may I have some snacks mother. Summer baby, big eyes, total professionalism. This post runs her snack…
She grabbed my arm and groomed it like it was the filthiest thing she had ever seen. Thorough, focused, mildly insulting. Silly human, only I groom right. This post is…