Harry has returned to Vermont. I am sad, but it does mean I can work from the desk in his room again. I’ve already taken over again.
The windows are open, though it’s going to get into the mid-90’s this afternoon so I will probably close them soon. The cats are happy.
The plants (Bertha the plant clipping, Bertie Bots Every Flavour Plant Clipping, and Bertrand Russel the Plant Clipping) are all happy too. I think… they are plants… their thoughts are tough to read.
I took this just a few minutes before the cats started trying to beat the shit out of each other.
Such violence. Feline warfare bums me out.
She just flopped down between us. There was about three inches of space and she took it all.
We went to visit Jen’s mother and step father today. When we came home, this was waiting for us:
Fast forward a few hours to just a few minutes ago. Jen is asleep and I’m sitting up in bed watching youtube videos about guitars and film photography and doctor who and this is what is sitting below the foot of the bed:
Cat views, or views of cats. Either way, we can’t get enough.
Look at her eyes. She’s definitely up to no good.
Referencing a post from yesterday where I ran out of bird seed and left the bird feeders less than full…
All better now.
Also, the sun was out and we have woods so I took these for fun…
Also, faux artsy cats.
We’re home and it’s Monday and we’re back to work. We’re both working from home, digging out from under a mountain of emails that piled up over the last week.
That also means we’re back to lots of cat photos. Everything is back to normal now.
Oh well.
DUDE! Did you just stick your tongue out at me? How rude!
No, it couldn’t be. You are a prim and proper little lady, aren’t you. Good kitty.
A couple hours later and Miss Lily is back for more.
Is this a sign that she likes me? Laying across my lap twice in one afternoon? Weird, right?
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