Conversation with Willow
Sunday morning, after she spent the night:
Rabbit: You sleep okay?
Willow: Yeah, but at one point in the night a cat, I don't know which one, climbed up on my hip and sat there for a while.
Rabbit: That would be Xander-kitty. He's back on that fun phase again. He tries that on me too but he falls off.
Willow: Well there's more room on mine.
Rabbit: Xander-kitty, King of the Hill.
Rabbit: You sleep okay?
Willow: Yeah, but at one point in the night a cat, I don't know which one, climbed up on my hip and sat there for a while.
Rabbit: That would be Xander-kitty. He's back on that fun phase again. He tries that on me too but he falls off.
Willow: Well there's more room on mine.
Rabbit: Xander-kitty, King of the Hill.