tissa

Oh God, I'm becoming one of those people that blips cats all the time...!

Every morning, every evening, every single time I'm in the kitchen, Tissa assumes it means food for her, and so will not get down from this position, clawing at the counter expectantly... Karen returns in a few days though, and then Tissa will simply be the cute cat that I can stroke occasionally again.

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Finally sat down and did some Fahrenheit 451 'sketches' tonight, settled good and proper at the kitchen table for the evening, with coke and the paralympics.