Cuddle bug

We’ve reached the time of year where my fingers are cold.


But a little cuddle bug interrupted her annoying climbing to come and curl up with me. The cuddle bug caught a nap, waking with enough energy to return to her climbing. Oh, how high could she get? It seemed like a constant quest for her.

Now she sleeps in her perch again. She’ll be up shortly getting into all sorts of trouble once more. It’s kind of what cuddle bugs do: sleep, trouble, cuddle, repeat.

That seems to be the life, right?