parrot

I've probably said this a few times already, but sometimes I wonder if my kitty is a parrot. She just loves to sit on your shoulder. Sitting or standing, she doesn't mind and there's always a way to get there. Either up your pants legs (ow) and if you're Brendan right to the top of your head with a friendly nibble on his ear. Otherwise, from the window sill or couch back it's simple and happens before you realise [jump!]. Eish, I hope this is a temporary fixation.

On a completely different note, Bridget's NPO is about to explode. Siyasiza. Good luck!