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. 
However, I am wondering if the other parent may have used the summer to—well, honestly—turn them against us. 
Raven has mostly kept them outside or in his room. 
It seems to me that he is actually trying to keep them away from us.
I don't know if the other parent has told him to. 
He might be trying to make sure they don't blab their mouths—give Eins a minute, and he'll tell you everything, and I mean everything. 
Or maybe it's his way of making sure we don't gripe at him for them making messes and noises.
 I know they were up at 6:30 a.m.—they set off the camera going to the bathroom—but he made sure they were as silent as is possible. 
So something is up.
They are not affectionate towards Cowboy, and Eins has always just worshipped the ground Cowboy walks on. 
They've not really had their usual behavioral problems either. 
While I am enjoying being able to get on the computer, and the near silence, it's a bit suspicious.

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 20 minutes from our house. 
The other parent is actually buying the house, and I've seen how her moods swing—I wouldn't put it past her to tell Raven he cannot move into her backyard.

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 hid 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 back, 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.