[redwitch]

She's too big. I can't roll the drawer in when she's laying there. I think it's hysterical. My little one sleeps in the sink or the nightstand next to me. My big girl wherever she can balance herself -- ledges, backs of the skinniest chairs she can find, folded cardboard boxes -- and now the dishwasher.

Both think cardboard is the best claw sharpener ever made. They happily share a can of wet food in the morning -- the little one laps up all the gravy, the big one daintily eats the meat and I better be fast or they'll swipe the can and share that way, especially whatever I spill on the floor. They really are wonderfully weird.