We've done a lot of walking and venting and general fuming since the building has devolved into the inevitable delays to said building that everyone warned us about. Architect fuck ups. Site inspectors with undeclared personality disorders. You name it, it's been scooting its anal glands all over our dreams. Don't build, people. Don't build.
At least Felix is still with us. He's back to being a 24 hour party person, so that's positive for now.
This lovely ginger felid didn't like our selection of dog, but is otherwise one of those largely smoochie but slightly conflicted creatures who likes to miaow at you to join it underneath the hedge.
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