…. about Bitchface/Fat Cat curling up on my lap that makes Tiny Kitten want to curl up on top of her, but it happens almost every time it gets cold. Bitchface is not amused. Neither am I, really, because I have to keep leaning back to keep Tiny Kitten balanced on my chest so that – heavens forbid – she doesn’t actually TOUCH the other cat, who would then flip out and think Tiny Kitten was attacking her… and hilarity would ensue. And by hilarity I mean bloodshed, and most of the blood would probably be mine. Ugh.
A Day in the Life
Maker of thrown, hand-built, and slipcast ceramics; dyer and spinner of yarn; writer of science fiction; watcher of people and nature.