Yet another reason why I shouldn't do my post-yoga relaxation meditation in bed: the yoga mat shall be appropriated for flumphing purposes.
"What do you mean this isn't a bed?"
She'd actually started kneading it with her claws so I went NOOOOOO and had to roll the mat up ASAP. But she's still fucking adorable. <3
(And yes, I still have a filthy diet cola habit. You get reasonable deposits off plastic bottles here so they tend to pile up before I have enough to cash them in at the shop, so there are always a few floating around on the floor).
And that cat is still fucking enormous. Brain cannot compute.