Have you ever noticed halfway through the day that your T-shirt is on inside out? And then you can't be bothered to fix it because no one's going to be there to see you anyway? And truly, the cats have no more fashion sense than I do.
Kaliko has just done her multi-times-a-day walk up and down my body, from toes to chest, placing those delicate little feet on my leg bones as if they were a highway, making sure to step on all the sore spots (and I adore her so much I rarely stop her. She has this delightful way of sitting on my chest and touching my lips ever so lightly with one paw, just as if she was kissing me. Who can not love a cat.) She didn't say a thing about my shirt. (Crazy cat lady alert.)
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