The cat finally got a name: Paipopaipo Paipo no Shuringan, which is short for Jugemu Jugemu Go-Kō-no-Surikire Kaijari-suigyo no Suigyō-matsu Unrai-matsu Fūrai-matsu Kū-Neru Tokoro ni Sumu Tokoro Yaburakōji no Burakōji Paipo Paipo Paipo no Shūringan Shūringan no Gūrindai Gūrindai no Ponpokopii no Ponpokonā no Chōkyūmei no Chōsuke. We mostly just stick to Paipo or Get Off the Counters.

He also apparently knows how to open lever door handles.

We’re having a good lazy Sunday. Pittie mix sleeping by my feet right now. Heeler mix hanging out with my daughter, but close enough that he’ll hear if I go to the kitchen. Cockatiel should hit his 28th birthday (hatchday?) pretty soon and is napping on his perch by the window.

Naps all around

She’s doing well! Sunday was spent mostly as a lazy Sunda. We’re going to go to the store tomorrow to try and find her a new denim jacket, and she can hardly wait.

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She was eating homemade food because she was refusing the fodder, and a bit too thin. Now she’s eating the fodder as usual. Why? Who knows. Either way she’s constantly begging the homemade food too.

And for attention. If I don’t slap her butt 24/7 she’s asking me to be pet. And to open the glass doors, because she needs to step on the wet floor of my inner patio* instead of going straight from the kitchen to the dining room. (All three are connected to each other, mind you.)

And she woke me up yesterday hissing. Because Frieda was sleeping on me, and she thinks my room is her personal and private room.

*dunno how to call it in English. It’s a small area with open sky access, but between walls.