Heidegger and I have gastroenteritis together. 😷(She’s not actually sick.)
Being apparently one of the only people in Baltimore with power, a/c, and internet at the moment has many perks, the biggest of which is that I get to cat sit the sweetest, nicest, littlest, cutest, most precious cat to ever walk the earth because it seemed she might literally drop dead in her place of dwelling, the Bell Foundry, a dilapidated, poorly ventilated warehouse in Station North with no a/c. Presenting Murgatroyd!
