One Latte to go, please

At the risk of making it seem like I’m turning this into a cat blog (don’t worry, I’m not), I adopted a new little buddy yesterday from the Humane Society – a 9-month-old stray who couldn’t be more lovable and she’s already making herself at home.

I named her Latte because her coloring looks a lot like the Skinny Vanilla Lattes I enjoy most weekends and because she’s so sweet. But, as you can see here, we might need to talk about her positioning while we’re watching TV together:

She beat me to my work desk this morning, fluttered across the keyboard, jumped in my chair, meowed for affection, and I knew I better figure out something quick if I planned to get any work done.

She has this thing for windows and I have a couple in my home office. So, I grabbed her kitty bed and stuck it on my desk near one of the windows. It was an instant hit with her.

Now, she sleeps right next to me while I work, only coming up for attention every 30 or 40 minutes. Then, it’s right back to the bed on my desk.

I still have a lot more to learn about her and she has a lot to learn about me, so let the adventures being.