Saturday, November 05, 2016

Paw



I love how she puts out a paw to touch me.

No official St. Eleanor. Pfft. What do they know?

Consider this an extra post. With a link to a list of strange patron saints.

2 comments:

Catalyst said...

Blackwell lumbers into my lap whenever I sit down in a recliner but not before kneading me properly and lengthily.

Zhoen said...

Cat,
As is only right. Moby mrrk'd a lot last night. Took the food I put out for him at 3. But then insisted on Dylan's lap from 5am on. Thankfully, Dylan was awake by then. They are best buddies. I'm just the cook. Which is fine, if only because I'm appreciated.