i keep trying to get more pics of charlotte to post here-- she was still damp and bedraggled from a bath in the ones below, and when she dried off, she fluffed up like whoa dang.
problem is, she's decided anything in my hands must be a toy.
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and I.