With the little cat. I’ve been working in the office, using my rolly-chair, and she is pulling out the big guns to defend it (big guns=her ability to turn her entire underside to velcro should the situation be called for and her patented ‘you’re not going to take my chair, my only chair, my only chair in the whole wide, cold world, are you?’ look.)

Life is hard when you’re eight pounds of fluff.