Ah, Monday mornings. Gray skies, jarring alarms, anxiety about work. Pull myself out of bed and am confronted with this!! (and this is just a small piece of it all)
So THAT'S what the cat was doing at 4 am, when she was making a tremendous racket and disturbing my sleep. I gape at the tangle of mohair then turn around to look back at Leila, still curled up on in bed.
Bad Kitty! And she doesn't look the least bit remorseful.
Aww! Leila looks just like my Fluster. Who also does not have "remorseful" in his emotional repertoire, though he would have plenty of use for it.
ReplyDeleteI hope the mohair was salvagable.