Katniss has been acting moody and depressed lately, now that she doesn’t want to go outside for long periods of time. So, like a fool, I’ve been showering her with extra attention.
Now, everything that is mine is where she must be. Including my chair and my computer.
I got up this morning to my laptop and the table runner that it sits on half-way off the table, and a goodly pile of detritus on the floor.
It’s too bad that she’s so pretty and smart and fun and interesting and lurves us so much. We’re stuck with her.
“When you pry her out of my cold, dead hands.” That’s the one.