8/1/13

I have a cat over my shoulder, nestled into my neck, purring quite contentedly, without even a stroke.
I'm in bed, knees bent, laptop perched trying not to disturb Miu miu. I wish she wouldn't grip my shoulder though, claws are not the friendliest of weapons (not that I'm implying any weapon is friendly of course).
How I will drink my cup of tea I don't know.
I want to tell you something interesting, even humorous; but alas I have nothing for you so I shall bid thee goodnight and wish thee a happy and comforting slumber till the morn shall awaken thee.