“Can someone please tuck me in?”
“Can someone please tuck me in?”
Messy bedrooms make for the perfect camouflage.
Messy bedrooms make for the perfect camouflage.
Folks, we have had a traumatic day over here. Lilith visited the vet, which means that (1) somebody got peed on (hint: not her) and (2) we’re in for a night of “surprise jumping on the boobs,” which is definitely fun for me and not at all terrifying or painful. So excited.
In the meantime, she’s taken deep cover.
Among her many excellent qualities, Lilith is both intelligent and quite photogenic.
Atop the drying rack
This is like a game of fucking Where’s Waldo. (She’s in the picture, I swear.)
Great. Now I can’t even get my laundry into the dresser drawers (Favorite Sleep Spot #2) before it gets furry.
And then this happened, so, yeah, pretty much.
I think she thinks that if her back is turned to me I won’t notice her.