So, I’m working my way through A, happily, but I’m not ready to review it yet. And, not that I’m making excuses… But I’m totally blaming my cats. They keep cuddling, and laying on my book, and making me fall asleep in my chair…
In place of a book review today I thought I would shame my sweet, darling, infuriating fur-sons.
Meet Spot. He’s 11 years old and almost 20lbs. He likes food, naps on my favorite blanket, and bathing himself in the middle of the hallway. He chews loudly on cardboard when it’s time to get up. He is a jerk at 5 am.
This is Miles. He is my delicate flower, my middle child, my momma’s boy. He weighs about 15lbs and is 10. He loves to cuddle, but only with me, and sit on shoulders, but only mine, and he likes to sing the songs of his people at 3 am.
Meet Tiny, actual name Ouroboros. He doesn’t actually answer to that, ever. He’s 1 1/2 and maybe 10lbs. He is still a ball of energy and makes the house crazy on a regular basis. He likes to eat socks and toes. His favorite place to sleep is on top of Papa’s computer tower or on Mama’s face or on whatever Mama is looking at that isn’t him. I often tell him he’s lucky he’s cute, or he’d be boots.
Tomorrow I should have a review for you.