Dear humans,

The female is exhausted. She is posting to the blog as we speak. It will go out soon. She must clean. She is too tired to clean, but she must do it anyway. Grave Humor is putting up a fight. Mostly, the female doesn't want it to end, so she's dragon her heels.

The female has bribed herself with boxes of dirt should she clean. The dirt may contain sapphires. The female loves searching for sapphires in dirt. It keeps her quiet and amused for hours. The male loves that part of things. She just... sits there and looks for sparklies in the dirt. Honestly, that's not a bad gig right there.

I like sparklies, too.

Here is the promised picture of a kitten. This is a smoky black Maine coon, just like Sparrow from Bonds.

Oh, right. Bonds is still on sale until tomorrow night. If you don't have it yet, it's by Susan Copperfield, and the time is now. It will not go on sale again for at least a year.

Goodbye, humans.

(Please insert something funny here.) I have stolen a single line from Grave Humor. Here it is: “Did you fail to notice he is a dragon?”