Some of the usual

On His advice, I am seriously taking up a job in the Purring industry.

And that will be my CV picture:



Alone He came at dawn. We had the usual: food, (poo), losing heaps of hair all over the place.

The purring.



And then we read more Foucault, up to the part where the nobility resort to history against the crooked deals between the monarch and the bourgeoisie.



He lets me fight with His hand and arm. I like to bite Him between the thumb and the index.

Or just below the thumb, where there is more skin and less bone:



Back to the kitchen, I did my crazy back spin. I love it! Breakdancing is definitely in my range.



I got weekend nostalgia and sat there with Him, staring at the sun still shining over the Meadows.



Purr till Monday.