My poor cat has been beside himself, his usual sleeping niches grossly disturbed not to mention the constant rattle of a vacum (keeping cat hairs out of my painted surfaces is a b--ch.) So he's snuggled up in a very small spot on the chair watching. This morning I guess he thought he'd get me before I began and came running up with an artificial rose, I guess he's been in my floral supplies again. OOOOOOO!
|The usual observational mode.|