it's pretty much more of the same right now. the dogs had a fit last night around 2:00 am when i was in bed and making every attempt to sleep. cassie was running in a small circle. i thought maybe she wanted to go out but since i had zero interest in getting out of bed, going into the cold, and potentially picking up her droppings, i ignored her until she simmered down. mickey is still quite keen on sleeping right next to my head but i don't mind it, as long as he keeps the high-pitched yelping and head twitching to a minimum. i watched another movie last night and mickey assumed the same position, warming my lap, for the entire running time. whenever i have guests over and i set him on their lap, he seems to come back to me. is it possible he actually--gasp--doesn't hate me? this would be huge (pronounced "yooj" like the donald says it).
button, the orange cat, has been sleeping on my feet. between him (her?) and mickey at my head, it is like having a heating blanket. a heating blanket that you have to pray doesn't urinate on you.
i have been collecting some photos but may need to do another shoot before posting. i feel like anne geddes as i try to get these finicky creatures to chill long enough for me to be a paparazzo.
i looked into the floating cricket situation/possible amphibious anorexia. i spotted a dead one in the water as well as one unidentified floating object. i unleashed a few fresh crickets into the tank last night--directly and intentionally onto a dry surface--so this evening when i check the tank inventory i should have a better idea of what is going down in there.
when i visited the crabs this a.m. for their morning pick-me-up, one of them really reached out to me and showed some joie de vivre. i tried to document this on camera, but the clawing got to a bit much to handle while i was switching over to macro and turning off the flash. i hope to have semi-decent photos for you in the coming days.
beyond that, not a whole lot else to report. the litter box still smells, the dogs still don't want me to sleep, the frog is still a frog (and not a prince).
tomorrow will be my halfway mark to the finish line. woo.
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