Trying to type with the cat’s forehead pressed against my wrist.

She really is the cutest thing, the Comic Sans of cats. I really cannot wait to post some pics of her (sooooon). But it is inarguable that she is making it hard to type effectively, and I can’t quite reach the book I was reading. My writing desk looks out onto a tree currently filled with birds, so there’s that.

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Five things, not all birds, birds, birds. That damn jay. Also, Fridays. Snow, again and always. Snowy days of yore.