Anatole just yelled at me because, as I was putting away the sockmonkey supplies, I wouldn’t give him the ball of yarn to play with.
Dude, you’re a cat. Wanting a ball of yarn. Come on.
I can only abide cliché so far…
(At least I know he doesn’t always land on his feet. He fell off the window ledge twice yesterday. And yet, miraculously, managed not to destroy any plants or shred any upholstery on the way down. For once.)