Kitty is closing his eyes in ecstasy as I scratch his back. It's a nice, calm way to wade through the night.
It is clear the cats are male- they fight like brothers. I knew, coming back after the weekend, that I should be prepared for destruction- I just didn't know what sort of destruction it would be. I walked in the door so timidly, glancing around, and nearly giggled for joy when I didn't see anything immediately out of place. But then, there on the table was the broken lamp. Dammit cats. This is why we can't have nice things.
Grey Ankle Boots
Black Tights
Hale Bob Blue Silk Skirt (Mustard Seed)
