aiming for a higher quality of something
Every year is the year of the cat at House On a Hill.
Two weeks least in the semester. So much work left to do.
Right before she got her head stuck in the tissue box.
She trusts me enough to snuggle on my lap, but even a year later, she isn’t comfortable calling into a deep sleep. She’s relaxed but still ready to run if I make a wrong move. Hopefully more time will make her even more comfortable.
The three of us in one chair, because they must be by my side at all times. In the background you can see Satori’s contraption. It’s a bunch of her favorite things stacked together in one decor-killing mess.
It is Satori-approved.