I admit, there’s been an overabundance of kitten gracing these (web)pages. Part of working being at home this week, I suppose.

And I’m probably feeling needy and more attached to my furballs since Scubahood went to fishy heaven last week (R.I.P. little man).

Anyway…

On Tuesday we determined that the dining room table was pretty much useless - literally, we never ever use it. So, the dining room table was magically transformed into a desk for me. Sweet beans!

I originally thought MJ would claim the bed strategically positioned to be close enough for impromptu snuggles between brief stints of genius…or at least, brief stints of typing. But I was wrong - Tucker moved in, I got lots of work done, and all was merry.