Quietish

I’ve spent a part of this afternoon sitting at the computer here with my sock and listening to podcasts. Just a moment ago I was knitting along, soothed by the gorgeous voice of Brenda Dayne, just loving being a knitter. Then I looked over and saw Milka. She had her head up but her eyes were drifting closed. When I took out my camera, she stretched and curled happily into this position:

It seems she finds Brenda to be comforting as well. Knitty kitty.