My human was kind enough to move my bed to my favorite sleeping spot underneath the computer desk:
It’s cold outside, but I’m nice and warm in here!
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My domain has been invaded by insolent bell balls; my hunting instincts are heightened against this nascent threat:
Beware, evil bell-balls everywhere; the huntress is on the prowl!
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Millie is getting more comfortable with her new surroundings:
What is this plastic thing you’re always playing with?
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I will stand on the plastic thing, so you can’t use it.
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I like it much better after you put the catnip in.
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I was taking a nap; why did you wake me?
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Please get that thing out of my face!
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So, Millie decided to come home with me after all. She spent yesterday evening exploring and claiming her new surroundings:
Stalking my new home
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I like this corner. I claim it as my new scratching post.
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Yes, I know. I am cute.
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Another fine corner. It will prove useful for my back-scratching needs.
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If I am going to pose for you, you must at least have the camera in focus.
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This space is too narrow for me to explore; unacceptable!
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Anna, the baby, and I at the New Year’s Eve party with several friends from church:
Chip, Anna, and baby at New Year’s Eve party, December 31, 2005
Photo © Maria Joslyn. Used with permissionI even splurged, and drank the whole glass of sparkling grape juice. Anna made me do it!
This picture reminds me of another blogger in much the same situation, and who had this to say:
For all you single guys, let me say this. If you ever find a woman who can juggle a baby, a bottle, and a glass of champagne, and look this good doing it – you marry her.
For the record, Anna managed all three (except it was sparkling grape juice, not champagne) – and as for marrying her now that I’ve found her: I intend to!