Last night while you were sleeping, kitteh

Last night while you were sleeping, kitteh

Last night – according to my camera AFTER MIDNIGHT – I was looking for the ironing. Don’t ask me why, at that particular time, I was actually looking for that from which I usually hide and am in total denial. I suspect it was a combination of my partner being interstate and vaguely thinking about actually doing the ironing some time in the next couple of days before he returns home. I wasn’t intending to actually *do* the ironing last night, of course. That would be insane. And completely out of character.

WTF does this have to do with the above photo, you ask?

Ah, well, it makes perfect sense, I reply.

This is what I found during my (very brief) search for the ironing. The kitteh, obviously refusing to be displaced from the room she declared as her own after my son left home, STILL SLEEPS ON HIS BED. Even though I’m currently using the bed as a bookshelf substitute for my TBR (to be read) pile.

Smokey was alseep when I walked into the room and switched on the light. She opened her eyes a slit as I exited to fetch my camera. By the time the camera was out, on and focused, Smokey was bored and ready to slumber once more.

Did I find my ironing? you ask.

Unfortunately yes, I reply. But after careful scrutiny I discover I only have a few items in the ironing, it’s mostly my partner’s business shirts. And if I iron his shirts for him, it will undermine my careful strategy to shift responsibility to him for his own ironing. [shifty eyes]

It’s just as well I don’t actually live alone, my partner just has a new job that requires interstate travel. I suspect if I lived alone I’d turn into a crazy cat lady.

Or maybe I’d get a dog…

PS Have sworn off buying books. At least until this collection shrinks.