Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

For reasons consisting of my having a really bad day pain-wise, brain-fog-wise, and sleep-wise, I failed to get downstairs to add food to Perrine's bowl this morning. So this evening, every time I disturb her sleep (on, between, or against my legs) to shift position, Perrine looks at me, looks hopeful, and jumps off the bed to run in the direction of the kitchen.

Hope springs eternal in the feline tummy.

The painkillers I finally remembered to take (see remark above regarding not having a good brain day) are starting to work, so it's well past time to make my way to the kitchen to feed both of us.