I haven't been in a relationship for quite a while partly because I don't want drama in my life. I didn't take into account Brigit the demanding feline blonde diva in my house and life. I don't know why I thought it would work to pretend I was still asleep after she woke me up pawing my arm, running back and forth across me, knocking things off the night table, and being as annoying as possible. Why? Her dish with treats in it was empty. She had food, water, and a cleaned-out litter box, but having no treats (supposed to be occasional not regular) was enough to relentlessly harangue me in the middle of the night. If I'd just gone on and done what she wanted in the first place I could have saved two hours of drama and gone back to sleep. Sorry. Just had to interrupt this post to open the door and let her outside for a little while. She has me trained.
Here she is on my knitting bag. Looks deceptively sweet and content, doesn't she?