So the landlord is tearing up, I mean replacing, the balconies last week and next. THE CATS ARE APPALLED. No one asked them and they certainly would never have authorized such a hullaballoo. (Spelling?)
I was nattering on to my mother about nail polish and other supplies, including matte top coat when she interrupted to ask why? Why matte anything for nails?
Well, okay, yeah. Catlap courtesy of Rodney McKat goes on a lot around here. But never until today has Sammi actually gotten into my lap voluntarily, hung out for a scritch, then reclined at her ease. Ever.