I’ve been wondering about my sanity for several reasons. But . . this cat. No sane person would put up with this cat! I think he must just sit and try to think of ways to torment me. He reminds me of Chad when he was 13.
I spent a lot of time this afternoon choosing linen for a fabric, squaring it up and getting it on a frame for a project. I went to get the floss for the project and came back to this:
Look at that look. He’s daring me to move him.
I bought these bins to put my linen in. One bin for each count of linen. I put them in the closet to keep the cat off them. The closet is one of those kind where you push the door to close it and push the door to open it. I’m still not used to these kinds of doors and I’ll kinda push them as I’m walking away and that doesn’t close them. One little crack that he can get his paw into and he’s opening the door.
He knows I’m coming for him. Look at that eyeball looking at me through the cutout handle. He’s ready.
Again, he’s daring me to reach in there and grab him.
He was sitting on my lap while I was trying to type and my phone made a Roadrunner beep, which is the doorbell sound on my phone. He didn’t like it. Look at those ears.
I think I’ve reached my limit . . he’s ready for me to leave his space. I’ll go upstairs and see how long before Vince gives me that same look and I have to go find somewhere else to hang out. 🙂