
Patches went so far as to stick her head into Harry’s glass of eggnog, but she didn’t take a drink.

Patches went so far as to stick her head into Harry’s glass of eggnog, but she didn’t take a drink.
Patches wormed her way in between us and just made herself at home.

She just better hope I don’t roll over. Can you say squish?
I am trying to come up with a Patches/Hawkeye pun and Cat Barton is the best I have. Sorry. I know it sucks.
We are up to date on Hawkeye.
Carry on.

Patches looks thrilled to see me pointing a camera at her.
Pout babie, pout.

I was sitting at my desk a few minutes ago, looking at the Covid-19 numbers for the day (they were bad. Very bad). Patches decided to jump up onto the desk and say hello. Her aim was a little off and one leg missed. It slipped off the desk and onto my leg. Her claws were out. She got me. No broken skin, but ouch.
The other day she got Jen on the shoulder when Jen tried to pick her up (she acts like she HATES being picked up, but she always purrs like crazy when Jen does it. I think she’s just playing hard to get and secretly loves being picked up).
We don’t have to worry about turning into some shitty 70’s rock song, do we?
#sarcasm is a given, okay?
I get up for one minute and BAM! Patches steals my spot.

That’s where I sleep, Patches! Go find your own spot!
Coming soon to a theater near you. The Notebook 2: Notebook Cat.

Patches says the frozen pizza wasn’t bad. Not as good as a good take out, but good.


The sooner I get the spaghetti going the sooner we will be able to get our collective comic book TV nerd on.
Get a move on, Chef Lardo.


Also, Patches says hello.