He’s definitely heard that one a few times, but especially, “please don’t shit there, Sherlock!”

Little boxes! My grandmother started my collection with her gift of a small gumball machine-shaped box with little colorful wooden balls inside for gumballs. I became obsessed with tiny versions of big things and haven’t looked back! Now I have around 20 various-shaped tiny boxes (safely stored away in a much larger box).

Full of angst and worry. But I’m grateful for the bot that asks every day.

Interesting perspective and definitely something for me to consider!

Right now, it’s a dove that likes to get cozy in one of the balcony planters. But, usually, it’s the hummingbirds that sound like they’re talking mad trash. They really are such cuties, though!

Well, he certainly does look in charge

He’s just trying to get our guard down

He was probably a 5-6th generation feral kitten born into the colony of strays on my grandparents’ property. His mom hid her litter under the hood of my Papa’s truck, he didn’t know and drove the truck - unfortunately all but Coal Hole overheated and passed away. He was only 1-2 weeks old, and I took him to the vet but all they could tell me is that he would probably be a difficult housecat due to his background lmao she wasn’t wrong, but he’s completely worth it.