Shelter Kitty: Week Eleven

Shelley's new favorite place to nap is on top of my stove, which longtime readers will know I disabled years ago - so no worries about her getting burned. I guess she figures that if she's right there next to the counter, there's no chance in missing out any possible roast beef sandwich preparations. She's warming up to friends a lot easier, but still dives under the bed when the street buzzer goes off. It doesn't appear that I will be able to break her of sleeping on me. Guess I'll have to get used to it.