Because I'm all about new content on this here bloggy thing, I've come up with a new feature. It's called "Does she fit?"
And by "she" I certainly don't mean me (because the answer to that question is "no, she doesn't fit"), but Nastia our dear, new, sweet, cuddly kitten.
After Friday's Markel Farkel Friday addendum, where I tried to shove her tiny kitty self into Markel's giant beer stein, I've become obsessed with trying to shove her into things. (When I shared this idea with La-La-Laurena, her reply was "And to think Nastia could've gone to a normal family." — where's the fun in that?)
See? She's all sweet and liddow (that 's baby cat talk for "little"). And she fits into Margaret's dollhouse.
But does she fit into Benji's pants pocket? Let's see:
According to Nastia, she does not fit. I repeat, Nastia DOES NOT FIT into Benji's pants pocket.