Today, I did nothing.

You know what doing nothing looks like?

It looks like sitting in your chair with a lovely, sweet Siamese stretched across your chest and shoulder, sleeping away, lightly snoring, while you sit and think about absolutely nothing at all, except how warm and like clean linen her fur smells.

That's all I've done today.

To be fair, it's been a pretty shitty week. Between David Bowie dying and now Alan Rickman, it rather deflates a person. It rather takes any get up and go you had when you woke up in the morning and spirits it away, making you want to sit, with a cat on your chest and do nothing but smell her fur.

And that's what today looked like for me. I mean, it's not like I don't have a scarf to finish, some chainmaille bracelets to work on, some weaving to do, dishes that need washing, a dog that needs a bath, a floor that needs sweeping...

But really, who could resist this face?

It's a hard life, being a diva kitty.

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