From my dearest JQ bro, here is the (LONG OVERDUE) White Haven Cat Report Part II. (Erica Quinn, transcriber.) Please anticipate the great chain of lovely writings to come! (THEY WILL COME.)
Here’s a section of Cally lying on things that aren’t hers. Well, um, in that one picture with Cally in the middle of the green cushion with the pillow on the cushion (EMMA) I had gotten up to go to the bathroom and I came back and there she was, in my spot, right in the middle.
And then, a different day, Cally encroached into my space and she pushed me to the opposite side.
And then there are a couple pictures of Cally on the dog bed. Cally had just lied down on the bed, Netty came in, didn’t even try to take it. She knew who was boss. Later, Cally was lying next to the dog bed.
Netty, the dog, is not pleased. But complacent. Which is that thing about dogs.
The thing you should know about my cat is this: she is severely boss. Like, the best. The one-eyed best. She is the greatest winking cat that ever was. The limits of her power know no bounds. Cally is just big and awesome and cyclopy. She is huge and loves to rub her butt on lots of stuff for some inexplicable reason.
And she’s ours. Round cat. Boooof.
Oh man. Will Smith is playing in the next room. I gotta go.