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.