Oh kittens. So cute. Such pains in the ass. Do you have a drawer open? Now it has a kitten in it! We’re those books nicely piled on the table? Not anymore! What about that lamp? Whoops, it fell over! That bowl of water? Filled with dirty toys! This countertop that is much too high for kittens to climb? Nope, it’s just the right height. Are you laying down? Now you have a kitten on you and most likely, a kitten butt is in your face.
“P.T. Barnum,” I said again. “That’s what this whole thing reminds me of.” “The circus guy?” Quinn asked. – Because only Sebastian Snow can be involved in murder and mystery that’s reminiscent of the World’s Greatest Showman.
It’s my birthday! I’m a dusty old spinster lesbrarian with too many opinions and three cats. I read too much and I definitely eat too many sweets but since I’m a grown ass woman paying my own way in life, I get to do what I want. More cake!