Poor Kitty

Sammy is catching a few moments of peace in the dining room, which is a kid free zone. She has taken refuge on my Christmas table cloth which has been cleaned and folded and ready to be put away until next year. Now of course is covered in cat hair.

Zoey has been caught on several occasions dragging Sammy across the kitchen floor by her tail and laughing as Sammy hisses at her. Sometime I catch Sammy looking at me seeming to say "remember how good I had it before you had these damn kids, you bitch".