Just gotta pair to some speakers and you’ll be watching bird videos together in no time.

This is my first year celebrating, we adopted Laszlo (aka Zozo) back in April. He’s the sweetest chaos agent ever.

The trappiest trap that’s ever trapped

He’s the boss, telling the dogs where to sniff and whapping their faces when they screw up.

Yeah, I don’t think I could do it solo. Every other session can be hard enough.

As I’ve started co-DMing the group I’ve also realized that it’s a great way to reinforce the plot points that players may have missed or not seen as important.

I got it from my first DM, and I met his first DM and I think it may have come from him. Who knows who or where it started but I’m happy to pass it on.

The tradition in my group is for a player to do the recap in exchange for an inspiration token (or a hope in our Daggerheart game). Then the DM fills in gaps.

The modern Siren. We aren’t going to be fooled to steer our ships into rocks anymore, so instead were presented with irresistible belly fluff inside a bear trap of kitty claws and teeth.

Slings and whips where my earliest disappointments playing D&D. 1d4!? Really?

Is Jango’s unlicensed nuclear accelerator his crime?

Back where she belongs!

We adopted a cat recently who loves being held tight, having belly rubs, and having his paws touched. He doesn’t even mind having his claws trimmed. So delightfully weird.

And that’s why the people of the Sword Coast think that Aluminum dragons fart fire.

That cat distribution system succeeds again. Congrats!

People who carry their cats in a baby bjorn lack the follicle commitment of Louis Coulon.

I tried to sell a five digit id in college on ebay when I really needed some cash, and they terminated the auction on me. It was over $200 in mid-00’s money. I’m not still bitter.

That’s how one of my kitties got the nickname Princess Fluffybutt. Though lately its become Princess Fluffin’butt

We got a new cat over the weekend and decided that he needs to be sequestered in my home office before we introduce him to our elderly lady cat. I did not put up a fight.

He’s a goofball for sure. With the teeniest little mew. He’s a 13lb mass of muscle with the meow of a kitten.