Not so peaceful here.
D3's apartment's bathroom has a leak. So while the landlord fixes it, we're babysitting her cat, Carly. It's been over a week, and she stays, for the most part, in the spare bedroom.
Carly's a sweetheart, usually. When I lie down on the couch to read, she pops up on my left shoulder and purrs away for an hour at a time.
She and Boris have had words, but nothing too out of the ordinary. You can see her in the background, and Boris is guarding the door.
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Maggie, who is terrified of EVERYTHING and hasn't left the master bedroom for almost a week, sensed that there's something new in the house.
Well, today she discovered IT'S A CAT. Lots of screaming, growling and chasing ensued.