I walked into the office this morning, and our little black kitten was nowhere to be found. I searched everywhere – behind desks, in drawers, under radiators…

Finally there was a tiny sneeze from the corner of the room. I walked over to the altar and peeped behind it. We have a triangular plant stand in that corner, behind the angled table that serves as our altar, and it has a tiny shelf about five inches off the floor that’s nigh-impossible to see and is never used.

Nix was all curled up on that shelf, perfectly content. Nice, safe, quiet spot.

Adorable. Break, my heart.