Greta is liking all the windows here, and inspecting every corner. The spooky alien environment is making her temporarily a cuddlebug, which we're soaking up while it lasts.
Late yesterday in my eagerness to get her set up here, and..many..beers deep I attempted to slice the zip ties off of her new litter box with a dull pocketknife and instead cleanly sliced off the knuckle skin on my left hand.
I'm all sewn up now. An injury that's your own stupid drunk fault is a special kind of pain.