Pete will not be pleased with this entry

Today was lovely. It was mostly overcast, but it was warm and windy and just nice. It was a little humid, but not miserably so.

Tomorrow it goes back to pissing down rain. Pete will not be pleased.

McGee has completely moved in. We went from worrying that we wouldn't be able to get her in the house at night in the winter to she hasn't gone outside in two days and doesn't seem to mind it. I say this because she's currently laying on the floor near me. For some reason, she has claimed me. If she's not in her chair in the living room (which used to be my chair in the living room, dammit), she's in the same room with me.

Again, Pete is not entirely pleased.

Though, Pete seems to spend most of her time either not pleased, confused, or atoning for some sin we haven't found evidence of yet. When the cat comes in all lovey on you, she didn't miss you; she's telling on herself.

I need icons of my cats.