The furkids were having a lovely tussle this morning, and Raven decided his battle position was in the bottom drawer of my cloth dresser. ‘That’s not my trousers, they are too bitey!’ I declared, in the style of books we used to have for the kiddos. It made me smile — when Poison was a tiny kitty, she used to hide in the top drawer of this dresser. I don’t think that either of the boys will fit in there for too long, so glad they’re enjoying the option for the moment.
Been trying to complete things today. I finished my current cross-stitch, and am nearing completion on my poor neglected sock. I’m on the cuff now, and have another like, 17 rows to go. Will I get it done tonight? Maybe. For now, gonna eat dinner, and think about Things™®.