...when someone is in quarantine. The medicine is working and she's eating again. Covering some of that boniness with some much-needed padding.
Based on her behavior, what she needs the most is company. She waits by the door if she hears footfalls. Sits at attention. I have to watch my step moving around in the room because she's a foot weaver.
So we've been taking turns being littermates. She's a cuddler. Not so much being held, but leaning up against you. Claiming? Sheltering? It's easy to make her purr, now that she can.
I'm grateful for this situation that's got me back in the word-wrangling mode. "Slash & Burn" is at 61K words and will likely finish out around 100-110 words all told. I'm having fun with it again!
Because she's feeling better, winding thread or stitching is now out of the question. Her favorite toy is a wire spring with a feathered whatzis on the end.
Colin is an excellent cat dad.
All Sophie's extremities seem long. Ears, legs, and that tail!
Bailey and Salem are being patient. Because I share the master bathroom with them, I invested in a Giant Cat Shit House expecting that Sophie would likely be using it too.
I spent some time looking through the scrap basket this morning and came across this beautiful light linen table scarf. 18x30 maybe? I don't even recall dyeing it and can't bring myself to cut it up for scraps.
A toast to 'H'. You persist.
You might think I'm putting my head in the sand based on this post, but no. I wish. I've added some very tasty memes to my collection. Please spread them far and wide.
This went only this far.
They got to see each other. There was no hissing or growling. No faps. Sophie folds one of her ears down when something bothers her.
The beginning of a friendship. She has another week of meds and lockup.
Salem was not so charitable. She hid under the table and later left a statement hurk on the carpet smack in the middle of the floor.
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