Not every convalescing kitty gets to lounge around in a nest of cashmere and mohair. I just went to check on Chloe, and she'd carved a nest out for herself amid a couple of sweaters I decided not to wear today. She had one arm of my mohair sweater (the one I did end up wearing) draped across her body, and looked quite comfortable.

I think she's getting bored, though. She kept attacking my feet throughout the night last night.

I wrote yesterday. Haven't written yet today, but I will say this: What other job can you have that going back to bed to think about what happens next counts as being 'on the clock'?

I love my job. At least this one. :)

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