“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong … Continue reading Ragdoll Cat (Temporarily)
While we're on the subject, I'll add this picture, taken the first night David's chair was in our living room. Sometimes, one chair is big enough for both.
I swear I did not plan this, because where cats are involved, no one can plan anything, but-- I had just published the preceding post and turned off my laptop when William walked over and looked at the chair and then looked at me. I spread out his blanket. He jumped up and settled in for the … Continue reading Bedtime at the Davis Home
David has a new recliner. I have a new recliner, too, but I am a mean, contemptible battleaxe and I do not share. (I do put a blanket on my chair and tuck William in at night. Ernest won't share David's chair, either.)