Sorry, Reuben

I went into my sewing room the other day to patch up my friend's shirt, and found this little brat had made it her bed the entire time I was gone in Florida. Thanks a lot, Clementine. Sorry, Reuben. She woke up for a second, but changed her mind and went back to sleep. "Sorry, ma, I'm too tired to move."

I'm definitely going to have to wash this before I give it back to Reuben. I look forward to the day when I move my sewing room out of my house and into an actual office space, because, well, NO CAT HAIR! I'll miss them bothering and nudging me all day, but I can offer a better product to my customers, sans cat hair.

But how can I yell at this sweet thing? My big fat baby Clem. I love her so much.

Happy Monday everyone!