Took a photo of the Mia-cat today, in order to make a personalised Christmas card to the 'rents from the cats.
She's on their bed; they put a towel down for her to sleep on so she doesn't shed all over it.
She is much more friendly to me these days, as I am the first one up.
I let her in, give her a meat stick treat and sometimes a licking of my leftover cereal milk.
I clean her eyes and often sneak in a little cuddle, which she protests weakly about, but we both know she could scratch me to buggery if she really hated it.
She's a peculiar little thing, but she's a cat, so I love her anyway.
Old lady now.
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