Something’s different this time… can’t shake the feeling 👀🤔🕵️

The littles really haven’t been down here all summer, so maybe this weekend is their honeymoon period.
You know, getting the feel for us again, getting used to being here again.
Raven has mostly kept them outside or in his room.
It seems like he’s trying to keep them out of our way.

Or maybe he’s just trying to keep the peace; less mess, less noise, fewer complaints.

I know they were up at 6:30 a.m.; the camera caught them heading to the bathroom.
But Raven made sure they were quiet.
Something feels off.
They haven’t been as affectionate toward Cowboy, which is unusual.
Eins used to cling to him, always wanted to be near him.
No chaos. 
No wild behavior.
And while I’m grateful for the quiet and the time to sit at the computer, it feels different.
Off

We may be keeping Raven after all, although how living down here and driving an hour to the new job will work out, I don't know.
His current job is, like, maybe twenty minutes from our house.
I’d thought the house situation would be a rental, but it’s turning into a buy kind of deal.
Based on prior patterns, things can change on a dime-and that could put Raven in a tough spot.

There isn’t much to write.
Badger and I still stay in our room to avoid being blamed for anything.
I’ve managed to get on the computer more, though.
As I’ve said, Raven and the littles have either been outside or in his room.

This morning, Badger, Cowboy, and I headed to M to Aldi’s, then picked up her repaired glasses at JC.
After that, Badger and I took a short walk, followed by a brief she‑shed sit.
Other than that, she and I have mostly hidden in our rooms.
It’s just better that way.

I don’t know what time Raven will take the littles home tomorrow. 
I hope early.
Even though they’ve really not been a lot of trouble this visit, I miss my cats.
And seven people fighting for one bathroom is a bit like “The Hunger Games” or “Lord of the Flies.”

I need to be getting off here. 
The library’s about to snatch my book page, and I’m nowhere near finished.
Who knew Walter Cronkite could be so boring?
If it hadn’t been published in 2012, I would say AI wrote it.