Since Lydia Deets moved back in with her daddy (ie. Gretchen's daddy) a short while ago, Kitten -- my housemate since 2004 -- has turned into a serious ball of love. She's always been affectionate, but apparently, as the realization that her competition won't be returning sinks in, she's certainly turned on the cute. She's constantly looking for a lap to curl up in, a leg to rub up against, and she's especially chummy with the dog*.
There have been a few moments when I've considered thinking about adopting a second kitty, since it seems so strange to just have one waltzing about, but it's tough to find playmates that Kitten doesn't want to beat up. She's a sassy one and I bet she enjoys (assuming that) she rules the house once again.
Her current position? On a knit blanket on the couch. In a slightly more dignified position than I spotted her earlier this week.
*Other than that one time she decided to leave him a less than delightful present in his crate the day her kitty friend moved out. Cats are nothing but snuggles and spite.
