I leave the house for a few hours and the cat acts like he hasn’t seen me in years. He kept trying to surreptitiously inch his way onto my chest. He’s not as sneaky as he thinks he is…
Like father, like son.
It’s really freaking hard to write while being distracted by the Ghost Twins. Little furry bastards are spoiled. At least Boo is content to guard my wine cooler. Button is just… all up on my laptop. I’ve already pushed him down to that position three times. That’s the “compromise” spot and I have to rub his ears every five minutes to *keep* him there.
