This evening at supper was one of those "Mom aside, Mom" moments. It was Thimble who requested me to move aside. She wanted my chair, and since her face is just so darn cute, she got her way.
|"Move aside, Mom," Thimble said at the supper table tonight. "Feel free to sit on the sharp edge of the chair, Mom, while I sit on the nice, cozy cushion."|
So be it, though. My four-legged furballs are usually just too cute to say no to. That's okay, though, because I'll just pretend that "Move aside, Mom" translates to "I want to sit by you so that I can cuddle you, Mom."
|A close-up of Thimble after she usurped my supper throne. I just can't deny that face.|