Queen of the land.

What you looking at, red head.

I let Patches sit on my phone.

Patches just told me she can’t wait to go down cellar and vomit on the new floor. She’s a puke machine and there are so many new options for barfing destinations.

When the cellar flood happened two years ago we banned Patches from the cellar. Now that the cellar is being restored to new glory, Patches has been longing to return. Seriously. She’s been scratching at the cellar door and everything.

Just a couple more weeks, kitty. We are almost there.

I get up to go to the bathroom (because I’m old and that’s what old people do at night) and come back to find this:

PILLOW THIEF!!!

Patches. The lady of the jungle. Ruler of all she surveys.

Cat pic for no reason.

Patches… sitting here in the dark… wondering where all of her hiding places went…