When I got home from work, I was pretty surprised that my heart cat didn't meet me at the door like she usually does. So, I went on a cat-count to find her. I found:


A Demure Tinkerbelle....



A sleepy Sid....





But omg, still no bratkat! >begin panic mode<


No meows, no purrs, no tag jinglies... WHERE'S K'Cee?


By chance, 30 minutes later, I see this:


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That face is too cute to be mad at!


(BTW, Mom has a "no pets on the living room furniture" rule... thus the reason for the couch cushions acting as blockades when we're not home.)