SHIRT RUINED
Launie’s
shirt is ruined.
He bought a
few black t-shirts a few weeks back, and lately, it’s all he wants to wear. I
can’t say that I blame him. They’re soft and comfortable and most importantly,
one of his favorite colors.
Now…it’s
ruined. Well, one of them at least. Maybe two. I’m not certain.
It all began
last night as we were about to climb into bed. I was already snuggled beneath
my various blankets I have on my side of the bed. (I hate being cold) Launie
was finishing up whatever it was he was doing and came in a few minutes later.
Neko had snuggled up against his pillow and was anxiously awaiting his arrival.
Every noise Launie made throughout the still house caused Neko’s ears to move
in this direction or that.
