Louise and Isis

Louise arrived this morning to work with her black cat on her shoulder sans their broom which I believe was parked downstairs. The day turned to night which was as black as the inside of a cat. Little Isis is sure growing fast from the last time I saw her a few months ago.

This Parrot is Dead?

Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting! Look Polly is moving, err this is not a parrot; this is a kitten sitting on Maon shoulder. Isis, the little black kitten, is quickly becoming the office cat as she finds a comfortable spot on Maon. Now how in the world are we supposed to work with this little ankle bitter at our feet?

Isis

A new kitten arrived at work today, as Sean put it nicely, a by-product of his cat, Slut-Cat, who recently had six kittens. Louise said that she would be interested in one if there was a black kitten and Isis arrived this morning.

It was feeling very insecure this morning and somehow felt that my shoes would be a good place to snuggle up in. And soon Isis was fast asleep, now I am not sure if that was from the security of my shoe or the smell that put Isis to sleep.