Sulking
Yes, I struggled in to my toenail appointment this morning. On my bike. In the freezing rain. I arrived, soaked through and sullen, and had my claws clipped. When I got home, I planted myself on the couch and refused to budge.
God, it can be vile here in Winter.
I’ve discovered ChatGPT does a bang-up weasel, but you have to say “ermine” or you’re likely to get a ferret or pole cat. Grok, on the other hand, is hopeless.
Meet me here tomorrow for You Know What number 193!
January 15, 2026 — 7:10 pm
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