I live with a career felon feline.
Don’t let the cuteness fool you. This is the most unrepentant criminal you will ever meet.
Was Michael Jackson singing about a cat all those years ago? I don’t know, but he could have been. (Just checked the lyrics, and hell to the no.)
(Totally didn’t take a good long break checking the lyrics then checking something else then looking for sword hangers and moving the laundry to the dryer and taking the kid a folding laundry basket and… )
Yeah.
Anyway! Criminal. Crime spree.
I got a new bedspread, that I love. It’s this gorgeous fabric that I love to pet. It came from Turkey! Which pleases me. Unfortunately I didn’t consider how much someone else loves my bed.
There are snags in my new bedspread already. 🙁
So I bought another pretty thing, a throw sized bit of delightfulness made of upcycled saris to toss across the foot of my bed where she mostly hangs out.
You can see how well that worked.
Yeah, I think I let the beauty go to my head. Because I don’t want it damaged either, and she definitely likes to be extra-pointy on my bed. (Both items were, and currently are, on excellent sale, for the record.)
Fine. Back to the old bedspread, when I need to protect the new one. Now referred to as “shields up!”
Here’s a picture of her lying in the spot I didn’t get the bedspread tossed before she got there. She is quite aware of her crime, as you can see.
Here’s a pic of the crime spree this morning, as she worked at getting to the good stuff underneath.
I cleaned about the house today! I am very proud. Helped the child clear up a mess, did several loads of laundry, emptied and started the dishwasher, watered trees, washed a water bottle that hasn’t been washed since I bought it oops…
Tomorrow I’ll wash the other one.
And now I’ve written a blog post. whoo!
Hopefully the next one won’t be so cat-heavy. I swear there is more to my life! Though she disapproves of that.