Naughty Face
On occasion, Lucy can’t sleep. I’m certain most cats would pop the kettle on and kick back for a few hours of TV until they’re tired again. However, Lucy feels the need to chirp randomly and quietly near my head and knock off most of the things from my bedside table.
In the morning a grumpy pregnant FurMother glares at the cat and promises to keep her awake all day, standing next to her head calling her name randomly, and poking her.
She pulled this face at me, and I’m disgusted to say that all was forgiven.
