"I'm definitely not trying to make a point or anything, this just happened to be the most comfortable place in the house by pure coincidence."
It's very hard to be strict when I'm laughing so hard. She's definitely not allowed in the kitchen sink, but yeah.
Guitar cat is back, demanding more belly rubs. (The outstretched toes are what really get me )
Every night before I go to bed I have to partake in Lemon's evening ritual. She hides behind the couch cushions while I pretend not to see her so she can ambush me. I stop when she starts biting. Which, today, happened to be immediately.
Seeing her like this, you'd never guess she's not allowed on the table. (Or to scratch the chairs
)
Most cats will rip you to shreds if you touch their belly. This one loudly insists on belly rubs.
For those of us in need of some extra cuteness to offset any looming dystopias, here is a picture of Lemon on the day we found her. She was 5 or 6 weeks old. Hungry, angry and dirty but adorable as hell