Marcel
I'm not sure if it's just a phase or if something happened, but she's very hard to read at the moment. One second, she's happily being brushed in her basket; the next, she swats …
Perhaps it was the tiredness from the day before, but I somehow lost track of time and thought it was Sunday already. I hurried to get the newsletter finished and published before …
Anna turned 32, and baking a mediocre cake, or, in this case, brownies, is a service I provide with pleasure. One needs something to stick the candles into!
Right? I feel like there are rules but none of the cats care to elaborate. Not fair.
My reading can sometimes be a little too intense for Anna.
This is somehow not as shocking to anyone else as it is to me, but how was this cocktail only invented in 2008? We had smartphones then! How did nobody, in all those years before …
We had quite a social day. Notting Hill is unbelievably beautiful.
Millimeter sometimes misjudges her strength. She just wanted to tell me to stop petting her, and I didn’t recognize the signs. My bad.
We appropriated Sant Jordi, please don't cancel us.
Bless you!
The spider crossed my “this is fine” boundary and was promptly evicted.
I for one am very happy for her.
