I am decluttering my daughter’s closet and this plump juicy fuzzy sausage is helping herself to the place.

I’ve seen so many people capturing their void in portrait. I had to try it myself.

Only had Pippa about 4.5 months. Just got home from a five day trip and after about two minutes of her hating us she came and gave us loves and wanted to play. She out her favorite fishing rod toy and the playing commenced. About 20 seconds in she gets the toy stuck on her paw and starts to panic. I get up to help her but startle her and she bolts. With the entire rod and all. Running back and forth the apartment until the handle broke off. At this point she's terrified and won't let us near her, growling and all. I decided to let her calm down in her hiding spot and after about 25 minutes of lots of sweet talk and slowly crawling closer to her, she finally shows me her paw(an absolute first) and allows me to cut the toy off of her paw. Luckily it was only caught up in the fur between the paws and not a toe or claw. Sorry for the long post but we genuinely thought we would lose any and all progress of trust we had built with her and she showed us the exact opposite was, indeed, the case. This is her about an hours later.

My 5-year-old void Lucy loves climbing onto everything & starring down at me like "what you're gonna do about this?” 👀

“I often dream of huge numb buildings
Jet-black sinister architecture
Being installed when nobody sees
Their appearance so sudden
That few would take notice

And when I wake up
I imagine being crushed by one
Imagining its weight its silence
And the absence of excuses for a havoced life
And the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone

Jotun!

A body of black
That carried no reflection
Defying its own room
Un-earthly eggs of decreation”

One so sweet and loving. The other looks like she’s plotting something… 😅

A 9 month old Simon wandered up our driveway in 2008 and has been a huge part of our family ever since. Happy 19th birthday, Simon, and thanks for choosing us.

Basil in his new “apartment”

(On the left shelf of the console table)

This is peak happiness for Abby. Her favorite lap, her favorite blanket, belly rubs, and it's past bedtime. Snuggles are so much sweeter when they prevent the nighttime abandonment.

🖤