Clawless

My poor baby is having surgery today—and by “baby,” I mean my adorable four-legged, white-pawed, toddler-esque kitten, who is getting her front claws removed (finally) so that she can’t climb up my curtains or do much harm when she punches me in the face.

As much as a kitten can punch, anyway.

The day is full of reading, mainly The Help, which I plan to finish before I go to sleep.

Yay summer!

Love&hugs, Meg<3

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