One of the bad things of working so much and continuously is that the kittycow is not happy with the bombshell. She spends a fair amount of time by herself and really only gets some love and attention for the few minutes I’m awake before and after work. I never thought she’d miss me much but then she begins acting out in ways to be fed. Like tonight when she was ready to pounce on my legs and ambushing any foot or appendage near her general radius of 6 feet.
Have I mentioned my room is not that big?