Good morning, all!
I’m running around playing catchup after being out of town for 3 days in Charleston for a wedding, which was very nice. We came home to a lovely note from our cat sitters about how George was the nicest cat they’d ever met and they wanted to smuggle him home in their suitcase but he wouldn’t go. He was all over Mr. K for snuggles and lap sitting yesterday, but (and I’m sure you can see this coming) we hadn’t been home an hour when he chased me across the apartment and bit me. Standing still wouldn’t have done any good, either, it just would have given him an easier target. So, same ****, different day, and I’m tired of it. Actually, I’m just plain tired. Is there any of that coffee left?
