We spent some time in the attic this afternoon. I was looking for my quilting UFOs, and Hubby was doing whatever he does up there. It was cold. We had on our coats and I thought of putting on gloves, but I couldn't separate fabric scraps with gloves on. And of course, wherever we are, Buddy T. Cat follows. He was cold too, and went from one of us to the other complaining. Whenever one of us walked toward the stairs, he raced in front of us and was half-way down the stairs before he realized we weren't coming down. Finally, I noticed that Buddy wasn't underfoot complaining, and looked over where Hubby was working. Hubby had hooked up his Mr. Buddy heater and placed it in front of an impromptu cat bed (a cushion with an old towel over it) to keep Buddy warm and happy.
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