Monday, July 26, 2021

what IS going on?


Poor Moth is feeling beleagured.  Here she is, up on the kitchen counter.  First, I get up at 2.40 a.m. to spend the day (night?) at a meeting "in London" - she was pleased enough to have an extra handful of kibble at that strange hour.  Then - when I eventually emerge, groggily - there is that Thing still around.  Moth is quite happy having a Kitten in the room, so long as Gramsci doesn't come within a paw's length of her, which he inevitably does.  He thinks it would be fun to play.  She's not quite there, yet ...

 

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