Well, That’s Too Bad

The Butcher cleaned last night (hurray!), even did the dishes (hurray, hurray!), but it means I can’t put my hands on a camera to take a picture of the tiny cat sitting there with her face in my shoe.

I don’t know why anything with a nose would want to put its face in my shoe and sit there, but I admire her dedication to her task.

Also, some of you may be wondering if the clacking of the keyboard this morning is a little loud for my tastes.  Yes, it is.  A little bit, it is.

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