It's almost spring, and there's a cat in my backpack...

Not that the two have anything to do with each other. The cat has been spending time in my backpack whevever I leave it hopen since she came into my life last October. But I don't think I've ever written about a cat in my backpack on my blog before.

Why the Hell isn't she in the bazillion dollar house that Cute Boy and I spent THREE HOURS building?

I love thee, little kitty. I love thee.

Toonses