I’ve got this slipcover thing on the loveseat in our living room, but it’s one of those that’s supposed to fight great but never stays put. And, of course, no one ever rearranges it when they get up, so it’s constantly pulled forward and forward, until it’s like this, barely covering anything.
The cats don’t help – they like to scoot in between the cover and the couch and creep along, waiting for unsuspecting feet and ankles.
Yesterday afternoon the sun was streaming in the front window and Softie was snuggled in the slipcover, toasty warm in the sun’s glow.
I got my camera.
And I took picture after picture. Waiting for Softie to look up.
She wouldn’t.
For the longest time.
Until, finally, begrudgingly…
“Are we done now?”
I took the hint.
As I was walking out of the room, Scratchy looked up.
“You wanna take my picture? I don’t mind. Really.”
