The kittens were feeling frisky on Monday. They were frisky-ing around in the small hedge outside my office’s front window, rustling and bustling and occasionally hopping onto the ledge, then pouncing down into the shrubbery. Athena was perplexed.
She came in three or four times, sitting up so she could catch a glimpse of the conkittination going on outside.
(In case you are wondering, the box from the US Naval Institute is the full, paperback set of Samuel Elliot Morrison’s History of US Naval Operations in WWII. It was on sale last year. I’m up to volume three.)