Anything Tessa deems hers, she confidently stretches her paw out upon. Counter, couch, blanket, box, sometimes Dad, sometimes Mom. It all becomes Tessa’s, it all belongs to her. Or maybe she just wants us to keep admiring her white murder mittens.
After a few days of cool-ish weather, we’re back to hot temperatures. And what’s a cat to do? Certainly not housework. That’d be silly because they’d just get more fur on everything. So, the best option, clearly, is to nap the day away. Tell us you wouldn’t do the same thing if you had the chance.
Quint’s snuggled in the big carrier that we still have sitting out since July 4th. It was so popular weeks following fireworks day, we left it out and he sleeps in it every night. Just as good for naps too, we see.
Nevermind all that, what did someone say about the box on the island?
All right, knock it off with the boxes already! You all have your own boxes! Let’s not forget last year’s FAILED experiment putting two boxes on the island and you all ignored them. Can we move on to some other topic, something more important perhaps?
