day four: mama's boy





so little timid chapin is shaping up to be one helluva mama's boy. he won't leave my lap. i put him down, he climbs back up. while ferocious charlotte goes out unto the apartment to conquer the evils which may lay in her path (the mirror cat, the rollerball pen, the sheets, the space underneath doorways), chapin is more than content to stay a spectator in his newly appointed box seat (no pun intended).

so chapin spends his time on top of the aeron (or rather on top of me) and charlotte spends her time being both lewis and clark all wrapped up in one fur coat. (so, note, cat lodged between seat of chair and hydrolics of chair is not chapin, but amelia catheart, herself, miss charlotte york-goldenblatt of the tabby-point-siamese york-goldenblatts).



overheard

mar: they are tabby point siamese.
tom: what's that, another name for mutt?

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