It’s amazing some of the ridiculous things I catch myself saying when I’m home alone with Arthur. What is it about cats that inspires me to spew nonsense?
Excerpt from the song I was just singing:
Yes, you are a little beast!
You are…
The littlest beast!
You do cute stuff all the time!
You’re a cute stuff factory!
I sang this on repeat while looking for matching socks. Arthur sat politely listening on the dresser, but I suspect he was just humoring me.