I've been very good recently. Only the occasional wrist-gnawing and breakfast-chucking (can cats be bullemic?) episode.
This morning, I was very kind to Ellen. She was reading in bed and I crawled in under the quilt and snuggled into her side. Like a little hot water bottle.
I have attacked her feet a few times though. I can't be good all the time.
And I think I chased Oscar out of the garden as well.
But I have spent a lot of time on Ellen's lap. Surely that makes up for everything?