Me and my shadow. Nigel is determined to be my constant companion. He's my very own personal 14 lb tumor. Surgery in may be in order.
Today I was lucky. Today, he didn't head straight for he favorite spot and I have to give him props for that. He is after all male and it's hard for him to deviate from his normal patterns. Today, Nigel sat here after his morning commune with me on the potty. (Heaven forbid that I lock him out.)
However, it did not take long for him to progress into his normal routine. Found here.
which dissolves into this if I get up.
Now imagine this while knitting with two cats vying for the same lap, but Maya really doesn't like Nigel and be within three feet of him.
Le Sigh. My life is difficult.