Chapter 885 Pregnancy Fog

Josiah appeared unfazed by the situation. He quipped, “If you can't sleep in on weekends, when are you supposed to? You're working hard enough as it is. Oh, by the way, Oriella is downstairs playing with Peanut. They've managed to knock over the cat tree.” The cat tree, a relic from the days when Peanut was just a kitten, now struggled under the cat's full grown weight. It was hardly surprising that it would give way eventually.