You know, it’s too much to even post cat pictures right now. Maybe tomorrow.
Rahel, I’ll give you a story instead. Yesterday afternoon, I’m working in my office, and I hear what sounds like my windows thumping from, say, a high wind. But the blinds are open, and the wind’s not kicking up that badly, and I don’t see storm clouds. Puzzled, I ignore it, then I hear the noises again. So I get up and walk into the hallway. Well, right on the other side of the wall is my bedroom closet. And it was open a few inches. And when I slid the door open the rest of the way, out came Tig.
Sigh.
He was thumping around, doing what all cats do when they get in your closet: Getting cat hair on my work clothes.
Oh you have to love the furry kids.
My Orange climbed on top of freshly laundered out of the dryer white tee shirts.
Awww… Tig just wants the folks at work to know that you have the honor of living with him!
Hakuna loves to sneak into the back of my closet and rub up against my suits. I’ve collected enough cat fur from my clothing to build another Hakuna.