I posted a while back saying Stitches and her mom aren't close very often. That has changed. When Stitches has determined that it is Mom Time, she goes and lays as close to Rose as possible to get her mom to groom her.

There was a spider on the wall. Stitches pounced on it, but it fell before she could eat it. This was taken several minutes after the spider was gone. Hope is eternal.

I haven't posted a Stitches in a while. Here is a Stitches.

I heard Stitches's distinctive meow, but I couldn't find her. Then I looked up in my closet.

For some reason, my sticker albums keep falling off my shelf. I can't imagine why. It couldn't be cat-related.

Stitches and her mom, Rose, loafing together. They don't often sit this close to one another....

I finally brought my heated blanket over from my parents' house. The first thing Stitches did was dig into it.

Hours. Stitches watched this fountain for literal hours the day we set it up.

Not the best quality photo, but here is a sample of what my partner sees every day when they swivel the computer chair around. Sometimes, she meows for attention. Other days, she remains silent. Waiting.

Stitches meowed at my partner from the doorway to their office for two hours because they wouldn't play fetch with her. Something about work.

Having a kitten make that face after sniffing my hand is only a little insulting.

It should be noted that Stitches is quite bewildered by humans in the USA, and finds their lack of concern for others to be.... concerning.

BLM. Trans people are valid. Plz stop assisting genocide. Minimum wage should be a living wage. Health insurance is a scam. Guns should be regulated. etc

This is Stitches. Her mom did an oopsie and scalped her ten-hour-old kitten trying to walk through a door. Doors are hard for cats carrying kittens, turns out. Luckily, her first foster human was a vet and was able to stitch her noggin back together.

And this is the start of Something Stitches.