Linty Olivia here, and no, I’m not happy about that. But I wanted to snuggle under the covers and my brother Quint said lint comes with the deal. My brother ought to know a lot about lint. After all, he builds his own blanket fort every day, and, well, his name rhymes with lint.

My Mom almost forgot today’s post but she’s not to blame, not really. She’s working seven days a week now for a while. The company she works for is listed under Essential Manufacturing, meaning they make things for the agricultural, medicinal, and pharmaceutical market, so she gets to keep working and keep her job.

Dad’s job is now working from home for the time being, and he got a twenty-eight cent raise. He could brush the lint off me but someone would probably need customer support and he’d have to stop half-way through de-linting me. I might have to go barf up some lint somewhere just to get his complete undivided attention. My sister Tessa did that the other day and boy, oh boy, did Dad ever hop to it to clean it up before Mom got home!

Anyway, I just wanted to share my lint woes with someone. Thanks for listening. Everyone’s doing okay here and as you can see, the lint is doing a spectacular job sticking to baby panthers. Hope you are all healthy and hanging in there. Take care!

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A Colehaus Cats flashback:

2019 – No post
2018 – The Home Stretch
2017 – No post
2016 – Wordless Wednesday
2015 – MultiCat Monday
2014 – No post
2013 – No post
2012 – Here Comes the Sun