Charlotte is still in her feisty kitten stage. I keep telling myself that but I'm beginning to suspect feisty may just be her temperament. God help me. There is not anything she won't climb on top of, into, or underneath. She even manages to wriggle under the living room rug. Which I swear she does to egg the dogs on. They are utterly perplexed as to what is moving beneath the rug and go bananas trying to get at her.
Speaking of the dogs....I swear, not one word of a lie, as soon as I started taking pictures of Charlotte in the shopping, Mudge came over and plopped right down behind the bags and looked straight at my camera. Heaven forbid, Charlotte gets all the limelight. geeeze! They are worse than the kids.