Bertie, mah little chicken…

Ooooh, Bertie, my little chicken. (Yes, I do, in fact, call my cat a “chicken”) Why must you lay on my… nicely blocked shawl? WHY?!

But he’s just so stinking cute, I forgive him. And he chirps at me, so I melt and give him a kiss, and everything is all better.

I love my cat. So much.

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