Laura Gjovaag @realtegan@octodon.social

Inkwell, totally high on catnip, forgot how to escape the evil vacuum by running up the stairs and instead retreated into a box, from which he hissed and growled as the vacuum prepared to be plugged in.

Inkwell eventually remembered the stairs and headed that way - hissing and growling - with a tail three times its normal diameter and all fur on his back sticking up. The vacuum mostly ignored him.

I only stayed up past midnight to read last night because Inkwell the cat was curled up on my lap and I didn't want to disturb him. Then when he *did* get up, I was so into the book I just had to finish it. So it wasn't my fault.

Inkwell has been very vocal recently about not getting food fast enough, or being locked out of the bathroom. I guess that means he loves me?

I'm apparently here, now. Hello.