Putting away all the fun

All the winter-holiday decorations have shuffled back downstairs, courtesy Belovedest. I helped wind up the tree ribbons and find boxes. Alex came out just as Belovedest was going downstairs, so Yellface was demanding her treat and wasn't sure why she wasn't getting it (because Belovedest wanted to not have to worry about keeping cats away from each other's throats while negotiating stairs with boxes) and yelled until Belovedest finished the final trip downstairs. Alex tried to reason with her, telling her that she'd get two treats for being patient. "Cats don't understand marshmallows!" I called from the living room.

Belovedest decided it was haircut o'clock yesterday, so we found a space in the basement where I could perch on one of the medium-tall bar chairs and they could sit in front of me and I buzzed the back and sides of their hair down to velvet fuzz. I left the top, to see if that look was all right and also if that might flag them just a little less cishet.

We did a prescription and Safeway run on Saturday, and a Costco run yesterday. The latter was a bit brutal, because it was both peak (but still not needing a line to get inside) and we had just run out of flour. Which meant that we needed a real cart, to hold the flour. ("Sire! I will build a labyrinth to house the regards!") So we were either using a scooter and a real cart, or just a real cart, and they were all out of scooters. That was ... wearing.