Gosh, I haven’t even taken a photo of consequence in ten days! (That’s assuming, of course, that this photo of Birdy has any consequence. Perhaps I should have said ‘interest’, but even that’s borderline.) Birdy is my babycat, and I think cuddling with her is all the sweeter because it has to be on her terms. Sometimes she will let me hold her for a minute — while I’m standing, that is; she’s more willing to sit on my lap — but I absolutely am not allowed to carry her anywhere. She assumes that I’m going to put her in the travel crate, so she hollers and struggles accordingly.
Birdy prefers to be downstairs (both in Hinckley and in Minneapolis), and her ideal situation is for me to be downstairs with her. I often take an afternoon nap (because I’m usually too tired to focus on reading/editing and also because I can), and I’ve started letting Birdy curl up on my bed when I do so. Since my bedroom is downstairs, that’s pretty much Birdy-cat heaven.