Sunday, January 4, 2009

Shasta is a Pill

She really is such a pain. She knows I am trying to work and decides that this is the optimum spot to nap in. She doesn't like to be disturbed either. Hence, the "look". I was here first but she brings weapons to the fight so I usually try to work around her bulk.

This never makes her happy. But then again, nothing ever does. Shasta is NEVER happy.
So to prove who is in charge, she climbs out from under the quilttop I am trying to sew the final borders on and plunks her mass on top. With her back to me, as a last and total insult. I am simply unworthy of more.

She wins.

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