This used to be my view at work. This was at the end of winter when the sun was finally still up as we brought the furniture in at the end of the day.
And this THIS... is the little face I've been missing.
Evil Minion has been excited to see the return of softies. (With her hyperesthesia, Fernando didn't want to veer off course from her crunchies.) She meows this stressed out little meow when it's feeding time and I near the fridge: "Ah! Ah! Softies! NOW! Please. NOW NOW NOW."
We've begun playing her feather-stick game. Though I have to hide the stick otherwise she rips all the feathers off and I'm down $4. But this is a cat who needs a LOT of exercise and I have to remember that. For Haley's sake, if no one else's. When she gets in hunting mode her tail is thump thump thumping and she only stops when we make her cause she's panting.
So between softies and toys, I'm winning her back. ...She loves my yarn playing too, but that's another matter. Let's not tangle up her intestines like Tulip--her sister from another mother. (Mme Miroir's cat, whom we call the billion dollar cat because of her shenanigans. She and Minion can and will break into anything, just for shits and giggles. They were separated at birth.)
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Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
:-D
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