Daily Kitteh

Sophie spends pretty much her entire day either crawling all over me or trying to figure out how to open the window so she can get those damn sparrows who taunt her. The latter activity can entail a half hour or more at a time of her scooting back and forth across the closed bottom half of the window, a procedure that inevitably ends with her gracelessly flopping down onto the desk, because she can't figure out a better way to get down:





"Your desk is mines now."