Ariadne, I love your squishable face and your adorable everything, but DO NOT DRAG YOUR ASS ON MY CARPET! I just scrubbed an epic, wonky poo trail six feet long, AFTER removing the offending poonugget from her fur while she gave me an evil glare for interfering with her bathing process. Yeah, sorry I didn't want you ingesting it in order to get it off yourself.
It's been a hell of a day. So now instead of calling her 'kitten' or 'chicken' (she hardly ever gets called Ariadne) I am going to call her Skidmark.
She earned it.
...my goodness this entry is disgusting. The joys of pet ownership. It's a glamorous thing, you guys.
I'll post about placement later. Too tired for life and I feel beyond ill.