Tiger has decided he likes to keep me company while I quilt -- usually, right at and around my feet, which I need to actually move as I'm traipsing back and forth in front of the quilting frame.
He's purring, little paws flexing in and out, in and out. This is one fat cat. He's not getting that fat off of only our cat food! Where else is he eating, and why does he think he needs to belong to us?
So beautiful! I "love" the dimension in your quilting.
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