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Cat photos.
Yesterday, D.Va chose me to be her designated play provider and dragged the feather stick into my office. I flipped it a few times, then flipped it up onto the cat furniture, because it's amusing that she always jumps up, gets it in her mouth, and takes it back down to the floor in a "No, we play down HERE" statement.
Instead, she picked it up, jumped off, and trotted out my door, pausing in the hallway until I followed her, whereupon she dragged it into the living room. (She also scared herself or something, because her tail got all puffy.)
Also, here is our sad Christmas tree, with no lights that D.Va can electroucte herself or burn the house down with, on-breakable ornaments, and nothing on the areas she can reach from the floor, which she was actively attempting to play with.
She still managed to wreak some devastation.
The unrepentant vandal.
And Sora snuggling with me this morning, head tucked under my chin. Yes, he's wrapped in my cardigan: it's easier to hold him with one hand that way, and he seems to feel safe and snug when swaddled like that.
(I attempted to color-correct it to the actual color of my walls, which is a horrendous green I hate but never got around to repainting because I don't actually care that much, but haven't managed to get it right.)
Yesterday, D.Va chose me to be her designated play provider and dragged the feather stick into my office. I flipped it a few times, then flipped it up onto the cat furniture, because it's amusing that she always jumps up, gets it in her mouth, and takes it back down to the floor in a "No, we play down HERE" statement.
Instead, she picked it up, jumped off, and trotted out my door, pausing in the hallway until I followed her, whereupon she dragged it into the living room. (She also scared herself or something, because her tail got all puffy.)
Also, here is our sad Christmas tree, with no lights that D.Va can electroucte herself or burn the house down with, on-breakable ornaments, and nothing on the areas she can reach from the floor, which she was actively attempting to play with.
She still managed to wreak some devastation.
The unrepentant vandal.
And Sora snuggling with me this morning, head tucked under my chin. Yes, he's wrapped in my cardigan: it's easier to hold him with one hand that way, and he seems to feel safe and snug when swaddled like that.
(I attempted to color-correct it to the actual color of my walls, which is a horrendous green I hate but never got around to repainting because I don't actually care that much, but haven't managed to get it right.)
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Sora looks so snuggly. I'm jealous.
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