While I was trying to get some work done on my watercolors, ma wee beastie was convinced that I was at the table for lunch. It's very hard to dissuade her.
I had to get up and have her follow me to the computer room, before she would stop pestering me.
At least, up here, there's a toy for her to kill... The trouble with that is, the huntress is the mighty scatterbrain, Proserpina, a.k.a. Peanut. She loses track of the catnippy mouse.
And she doesn't take kindly to being laughed at.
Not kindly at all. If looks could kill...
Happy enough to be an Edward Gorey cat -- and on the anniversary of the great man's birth, too!