Well, for some reason the picture didn’t copy. But imagine if you will a ginormous needy tabby cat.
We’re packing to move to our new house, and if there is one thing Mr. Man hates, it’s packing. And when he feels insecure, it always means 18 pounds of tabby usually between me and whatever medium I’m trying to write in.
Plus, it’s almost impossible to write sexy scenes when my spleen feels like it’s about to be punctured by pokey, pokey toes.
*puts cat down, again*