Tuesday Evening HUXLEY

For a brief moment, I have release from the world, its horrors, its burdens and cares. I have a bundle of tidal waves of little purrs who has already wrapped me around his little teeny paw. One day in, it's totes adorbs. I can hide, I can retreat, and that mini-exile is filled with furry little friendly unconditional wuuuuuuuv. The world is a horrible yucky place. I have Huxley to snuggle (and to bury his sharp kitty teeth into my tender fingers when he's in berserker mode). The rest of the Tonk Patrol's reaction ... well, aside from ever-nurturing Firbank, might have to wait til Blaurgh!Talk time. But anyway, as I tiptonk through the tulips, how's y'all doon?