Taking over.

Three days and she's already acting like she lives here.

That's my chair. Mine! Have I had access to it in the last three days? NO. And when I do manage to gain access, she stands on my person and meows at me as if I have to get up right away and go do something else for her.

Evil. She's evil.

I tried to knit for a while Friday, but with all the 'help' coming from this particular quarter, I got very little done. I wanted to try illusion knitting today, but it's already complicated enough with the two colors. Adding in the little white paws and pokey-pokey gray nose and I'd end up with a serious tangle.

She goes home tomorrow. Granted, I like her, but it will be a relief to be able to knit in my own chair in peace again!