Too Cute To Yell At

I was sitting on the couch and working on my laptop when I realized that George was not actually climbing on me, scratching me, biting me or squawking at me. I knew she had to be up to no good. And she wasn't as she was on the dining room table. Again.

I can't really get mad at her, though. She clearly is following in her Mommy's footsteps and can't resist the books.

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