She's not happy. She's holed up in the loft in my bedroom, looking down on this tiny intruder with regal disdain, interspersed with hisses. When I went to bed last night she draped herself all over me, purring madly--out of love, but also I'm sure as a gesture of territoriality.
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Date: 2005-08-18 02:46 pm (UTC)