Seriously?! What is up with my sudden fascination with my cat Indiana’s little pink and black corn-nibblet toes?! I have no idea why I’m all the sudden enamored with them.
In the last few days, she’s taken a shine to laying underneath my Grandmother’s sewing machine (after her dinner) and snoozing away soundly for an hour or so, or until she decides to run around the house like a maniac chasing things that we can’t see, and ignoring the things she should be chasing that are part of the physical world. Weird cat.
Please excuse the dust and little bits of fur and cobwebs. I sweep every blasted day, but can never seem to keep everything dust free. Perhaps I should just use the cat as a dust rag while she’s sleeping?!