The beginning of next month kitten will be returning to the UK, for those that like math that will be 138 days since the last time I touched kitten. You will notice I said touched because I see her every day on my PC and we have lots of fun laughing and playing games and sending funny kisses to each other. And it is wonderful. The three of us stay connected and it is often Molly who asks “Where is the kitten?” if our daily schedule gets out of sync.
But that isn’t the same as the time that she spends here. That time contains all the things I have already mention but with the extra added bonus of my kitten being mere inches from me, curled up in her chair (Rita,the cat, will claim it is hers) while we work and if I feel the need the lovely kitten bottom is right there to spank.
So I am uniquely lucky in the world that I get to touch the kitten in the picture that you are all about to write about. But it can’t happen soon enough to suit me.