Gus had his very first indoor hang out with a dog today and it went amazingly well. Very proud of him. Also, glad that churus exist for bribery until calm and a very chill doggo.

Good morning from Gus the cat! He says "Thanks for ditching Dutton, Australia!"

Just wearing my shoes and staring at flies.

On a completely different note, we have officially taught the cat to fist bump.

Outtake from yesterday because teefs!

The best sleeps.

Gus is losing his grip on reality because we won't let him eat a bee. Soulful pleas of sorrow echo through the house.

Gus is having a lazy Friday night. Many, many purrs.

Not quite #caturday #bigFloofs #catsOfFedi #catsOfMastodon #gusTheCat

The cat would like everyone to know that starvation is imminent if he does not receive the flavours STAT.

... and now Gus has emerged from somewhere with one of the missing Haida potatoes. Perhaps he'd hid it in a kitty vortex.

If the cat cannot find bugs, he will make bugs by pulling a tiny piece of bark out of my plant pots, or a piece of cat grass by the roots and drying it out to be discovered and played with like a fake bug. This morning the kitchen is covered with Gus' fake bugs. He's gonna be sad when we have to vacuum. Gus is upset that we won't consider introducing more real bugs to the house. Pesky humans.

Took my sad feels today and cut the first wire panel for the deck here. I'm sure this would take an able-bodied person a day max, but for me, I think I can manage a panel a day on a good day.

5 more to go, then some paint, then some staples but, not bad all things considered.

Here's hoping it helps Gus make safe decisions about not leaping off the deck to eat squirrels.

Gus the kitten grew up fast.

Gus drooled all over my laptop when I gave him a treat and then got very mad when I wiped it up." How dare you! That drool was just for your keyboard!"

Gus was on a rampage this morning. Not sure what set him off, but pure mayhem ensued right up until he was certain we were both wide awake and then he snuck away and went to sleep. Now I feel like there is a fistfight behind my eyes and the world is too much everything.

Prepared to stab fascism at a moment's notice, even at rest.

Gus needed some chill time today.

Spoons be damned, the Haida potatoes are going in the ground (well, bags) today, because for Gus they have become an undying obsession. He truly believes they are his potatoes and how dare we interfere in their destiny. No other potatoes will suffice. Their little eyes are fully budded, and I don't see any more sub zero temps, so today will have to be the day. Granted, I understand his obsession, though mine has less to do with them looking like mouse sized party favours.

If you are having a rough day, I send super Gus to the rescue.

Gus is brutally upset with the washing machine today.