The challenges of making right now continue so the cat chronicles continue as well:
She is a wild one and every movement of the hand is an invitation.
My hands are a wreck at the moment, despite trying to keep her claws trimmed.
This morning she let me fold paper for a book. That's as far as I got before having to get out the 6 foot strip of canvas I use as a "toy." I drag it across the floor or dangle it in the air, Widget attacks. She runs, she leaps, she somersaults.
Lola watches it like a tennis match.
I wish I got as much exercise...