Got my mail key today and checked the box, which was stuffed full of mostly “real” mail (low junk ratio, thus far). But the best part was the stuff from the kidlets — lovely little drawings, Valentines Day cards bursting with COLOUR and adorable misspellings. Hugh was unfazed, as you can see. (He’d be less impressed if the munchkins were there in person.)
But the cards aren’t encroaching on his space, which is reserved and cushioned with old towels and pillows. Here, for example, is his spot under my desk where he spends much of his time.
I have to be careful not to roll over his tail while he moves around in his sleep.
