
Pawsitude cuteness poking through the banister last week.
Pawsitude cuteness poking through the banister last week.
I realized this morning that when my cat paws at the bedsheet, he’s not trying to climb under the covers and snuggle with me.
Nope, he’s trying to pull down the sheet so I’ll get out of bed.
Baxter is a climber, and he’s been finding some unorthodox ways to enjoy Cat TV lately. This window in our home office isn’t technically a designated cat perch, but Baxter doesn’t seem to care.
Once again, I uploaded the relevant photo from my iPhone, plus a topic sentence, with all intentions of returning and fleshing out this entry. Alas, this is as far as I got:
I thoroughly enjoyed my two-week holiday staycation, apart from the washing machine breaking and my Mom not being able to visit for Christmas.
To summarize:
Yet another example of that feeling I get of barely keeping up with the treadmill that is Life.
My work-from-home snuggle buddy came to say hi. I can still use both hands to type, as long as he’s perfectly balanced.