Hey. Sorry I've been scarce. Mostly been hanging out elsewhere. I think getting booted from Twitter kinda made me realize that Masto's not an ideal medium for me either, so I guess I'm taking a bit of a break?

Been under a lot of stress. The Cat Situation next door is still ongoing. There's construction, and signs that the (largely non-English-speaking, which really complicates things) family doing the work is also moving in?

Really, we are in better shape than we were when Artie started her Attic Adventures in April. If they do lock the path to the attic on us and she still gets up there, we have at least three possible means of entry, plus the likely success of an "¡Hola! Nuestros gatos están en su ático! ¿Podemos entrar y rescatarlas, por favor?"

But I'm still freaked to the point of low-grade agoraphobia when I'm not here to watch the house and getting jumpy every time I hear ANY bump from outside. My mental health is not great right now.

It didn't help that we spotted Shemp stuck in a DIFFERENT place the other day, a neighbor's storage locker. We're 99% he's fine, the neighbor assured us the cats have a hole they can get in and out of and she hears them in there all the time. But I still haven't seen Shemp since then and some part of me is still DETERMINED he somehow managed to perish from being locked in a cool, cozy garage for maybe two hours.

Because I'm going fucking crazy with worry and stress down here. And hurricane season is coming.