My Ceirdwyn decided last night that sitting vulture like over my head and staring at me from the headboard was “fun”.
Opening your eyes in the dark and seeing two glowing points of light in the middle of this black blob was startling.
All five pounds of her shook with delight when I sat up.
Rotten kitty, love her to pieces.
Ceirdwyn knows that’s how they will become our overlords. They make us fall in love with them..
Such an easy and wonderful thing to do. I’m grateful for cats.
Tiny girl. But threatening:)
Andy is almost 13 pounds, not fat, tall, with long legs like a basketball player, he strides across my bed like he owns it. But I stay the heck off his climbing perch. Once, I reached in, got a deep scratch that sent me dripping blood to the doc. He was mortified, but made his point.